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Europa, Europa by Nikos Laios 2020-09-14 06:23:13 |
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Europa, Europa, How they yearn For you still.
Your laced Venetian Archways, raised ridges, Baroque bridges; Athena's mount, To the Seven hills; Londinium, Minsk to Milan.
You ravish Their hearts Still.
Twirling minuets, And playful silhouettes To the sound of the opera, Theatrical plays, sonnets And classical ways.
Bach, Beethoven, Italian mandolins; A thousand voices And a thousand choices Cascading like a cleansing river, A gurgling, gushing life giver; Washed in golden notes Of the harpsichord, bassoon And melodious violins falling Like coloured flowers over Soft waterfalls.
A transcendent dazzling Epiphany of voices of Generations lost and won Echoing on the high alter Of the lord like the choirs Of angelic hosts and martyrs Shimmering in white Mingling with the aroma Of frankincense and myrrh Through the tendrilled smokey Fingers that caress our Fantasies and dreams.
That smudges the sky, With a laughter and a sigh.
Like the haunting words Of William Blake flying Over cypress trees casting Fluted shadows over Golden gondolas gliding In the canals,the ancient Theatrical masks of Epidaurus sifting The wondrous Beauty of an archaic Sophoclean choir Gilding the sky With a constellation of Immortality.
To the colonnaded Parisian cafes daubed in the Colours and brushstrokes of Its famous masterful sons And the bejewelled Belle Époque dazzling The world with the Rubies, diamonds and Amethysts from Its Unrivalled cultural Treasure house.
Your sons Have cleaved the waves, Ploughed the blue seas, And seen strange lands; Tasted fine and delectable things; Peopled the Americas, And the great southern Land.
O Europa, Europa, How much have you Given the world?
You have colonised it Not with the rattle and hum Of the sword or the gun, But with the mind and The soul.
A dimmed, flickering Incandescent light In the corner awaiting To rekindle warm Glowing hearts.
Like the warmth And joy that A crackling fire Under a twinkling Sky brings to gnarled And cold limbs of the Old and the young.
Your works Remain unrivalled still; Europa, Europa.
How they Yearn for You still.
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With a digital drawing from Nikos Laios
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