To One in Paradise

Thou wast that all to me, love, ⁠For which my soul did pine— A green isle in the sea, love, ⁠A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, ⁠And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last! ⁠Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise But to be overcast! ⁠A … Continue reading To One in Paradise

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To my mother

Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, ⁠The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, ⁠None so devotional as that of «Mother,» Therefore by that dear name I long have called you— ⁠You who are more than mother unto me, And fill my heart of hearts, where Death … Continue reading To my mother

To Miss Louise Olivia Hunter

Though I turn, I fly not — I cannot depart; I would try, but try not To release my heart. And my hopes are dying While, on dreams relying, I am spelled by art. Thus, the bright snake coiling [‘]Neath the forest tree Wins the bird, beguiling, To come down and see: Like that bird … Continue reading To Miss Louise Olivia Hunter

Dr. Ioannis Nasioulas runs for Mayor of Thessaloniki, Greece

Dr. Ioannis Nasioulas has announced his candidacy for Mayor of Thessaloniki, Greece in the forthcoming municipal elections of May 2019.   Ioannis NASIOULAS is the founder and Director of the Social Economy Institute. He is a Doctor of Sociology at the University of the Aegean specialized in the evaluation of the social economy and social … Continue reading Dr. Ioannis Nasioulas runs for Mayor of Thessaloniki, Greece

To Marie Louise

Not long ago, the writer of these lines, In the mad pride of intellectuality, Maintained «the power of words»- denied that ever A thought arose within the human brain Beyond the utterance of the human tongue: And now, as if in mockery of that boast, Two words- two foreign soft dissyllables- Italian tones, made only … Continue reading To Marie Louise

To M. L. S——

Of all who hail thy presence as the morning- Of all to whom thine absence is the night- The blotting utterly from out high heaven The sacred sun- of all who, weeping, bless thee Hourly for hope- for life- ah! above all, For the resurrection of deep-buried faith In Truth- in Virtue- in Humanity- Of … Continue reading To M. L. S——

To Helen (1831)

Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o’er a perfumed sea, The weary, wayworn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home to the glory that was Greece And … Continue reading To Helen (1831)