A sweet hour. Athens sprawls like a hetaira <br />offering herself to April. <br />Sensuous scents are in the air, <br />the spirit waits for nothing any more. <br /> <br />The silver of the evening's eyelids <br />droops, grows heavy up above the houses. <br />Queenlike the Acropolis puts on <br />the sunset's crimson like a robe. <br /> <br />The first star rises with a kiss of light. <br />A zephyr by Ilissus falls in love with <br />quivering laurels, rosy nymphs. <br /> <br />A sweet hour of delight and love, when <br />small birds chasing one another raise a wind <br />that beats upon a column of Olympian Zeus...<br /><br />Kostas Karyotakis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/athens/
