by Craig Raine
(from "A Journey to Greece")
III. Sleepies
In Athens we see the ruins -
columns of corduroy, weatherworn
lions vague as Thurber dogs.
The baby sleeps, slumped
like a bean bag in her chair.
She's caught the sun.
More ferocious, leonine yawns,
more pillars sleeping it off
or standing tipsily...
More on my fun weekend with Nicko later...
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pfff, this poem is so much beautiful (este poema esta rebueno), i like your blog.
if you can see my blog,,,,but is in spanish!
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