tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514349382193018130.post2800050515816363854..comments2024-03-27T07:45:50.102+02:00Comments on εγώ τη μέρα είμαι ένα τίποτα και τη νύχτα είμαι εγώ: In the Fall I never fall.by day i am nothing and by night i am ihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447516804947330535noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514349382193018130.post-65014657926428815202017-01-23T19:57:29.710+02:002017-01-23T19:57:29.710+02:00erin, you are always so generous, you make me cry....erin, you are always so generous, you make me cry.by day i am nothing and by night i am ihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02447516804947330535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514349382193018130.post-59952870549423238902016-10-26T14:31:36.297+03:002016-10-26T14:31:36.297+03:00i'm not exactly sure if you remind me of Edith...i'm not exactly sure if you remind me of Edith Sodergran here or if i am simply feeling a little like her these days since encountering her poetry. either way both talents (hers and yours) flood me with longing.<br /><br />Autumn<br /><br /> <br /><br />The naked trees stand around your house<br /><br />and let in sky and air without end,<br /><br />the naked trees stride down to the shore<br /><br />and mirror themselves in the water.<br /><br />A child still plays in the grey smoke of autumn<br /><br />and a girl walks with flowers in her hand and near the sky’s edge<br /><br />silver-white birds fly up.erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.com