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Santorini, a meditation on life

14 March 2010

written at a quarter century

Santorini, self-concerned
Where ancient Thera smoked and burned
There upon the salty-sea
From Knossos to Mycenae
The great cloud rained ash upon the ground
And the rumbling thunder quaked profound
With Jovian anger; with thund’rous sound
Is the world broken,
And all my loves but a token
Of things imagined and unremembered
As I look toward another December
Where all voices of joy have been stilled,
And all ancient greatness killed.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. 14 March 2010 04:07

    I love those lines — “Where all voices of joy have been stilled,/
    And all ancient greatness killed.” Beautiful.

  2. 15 March 2010 14:42

    Thanks Glynn. This one was a blast from the past that I thought might speak a little to the present. Glad you enjoyed it.

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