This poem is taken from PN Review 139, Volume 27 Number 5, May - June 2001.
The World Tour ContinuedGeorgias Drosines (1859-1951). Greece
Wild Creeper
The wild creeper noses up
in the air and next to it
a bramble scores its prickled stalks
along the dark clay.
The wild creeper pours
shoots on him, to hide
the bramble's thorns
with shiny milk-bloom.
He stops scratching in
the dark clay, uncranks,
and noses the wild creeper
as she spills on him.
I was a wane-pricked whin
before you loved me,
sweet wild creeper,
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