a marble head rolls
off its plinth
NaHaiWriMo prompt: landmark
For Syntagma Square see here
This poem alludes to G. Seferis’ lines (see below) about the ‘Greek problem’ of ‘having’ to live up to their
ancient ancestors…and not knowing how to, of course.
I woke with this marble head in my hands;
It exhausts my elbows and I don’t know where to put it down.
It was falling into the dream as I was coming out of the dream.
So our life became one and it will be very difficult for it to separate again
From Mythistorema, copied from wiki
The link here