Α wrack
Ruin
Yclept
called weetless
blew, whiffled
whilom
once in the past

PHOTO    ARGIRO TSOURTI 

Ogives
Gothic archs

Orts
Remnants
Ostent
Somethin' shown a
sign of wonder...

Parpends
Peristyles

Row of columns
surrounding the Temple
Privy purflings
Decorated borders
A quoin
external angle of wall
A cornerstone of Saturnals

We are umbraged
Shaded
Cast into shadow....



PHOTO   ARGIRO TSOURTI

Karoo land

Fain
Glad rejoicing...

Fantocine puppets
Fauss'bray
Artificial wall in front of main rampart

Een embrowned
Eyes darkened
Darklings

Moils, mollyish
monists
At any moment momentarily...

Celure
blue champaign charlock

Cheval- glass
hung in a frame...


PHOTO    ARGIRO TSOURTI

A picture drawn man came down from his frame

A maiden of mild wistful tone.....
a dark man in former time known
....so vaque, alone
moved me to tears
A man of much gloom
in the shade of the night.....

I act some drama obscure
Some dark doings each against each...
in my imagination...

That was a frame....


photo   ARGIRO TSOURTI

THE GAP IN THE WHITE-JOHN BAKALIS

I minded not my lameness much

To shine at feats i did not long
nor to be at goal and touch
or at assaults to stand up strong.

Sometimes i would let be known
what the wish was...
to have next spring
a green linnet...

As i breath the cherished dream
by the radiance of the morn...

Let your aim be thwarted

I mind a fault of manner
Be i, be not i, sexless
As that freaks of my own framing

I shall remain unlisting