PICTURE - PLANT NAME

POEM

PHAGNALON  RURESTRE

White Thyme or Carnivorous Thyme

The flowers you have given me have not yet withered. They were more faithful than you and your fickle opinion.

I have kept them in my sight
with my sweet kisses.

GEORGE VIZYINOS

"Poetry Anthology"

PHAGNALON  RURESTRE

Clove herb

Oh! dark shivering in the root and in the leaves!

Stand alert in the crowd of silence,

raise your head from the curved hands,

your will to be born and tell me again

 the words that touched and mixed the blood like an embrace;

and let your desire lean deep like the shadow of a walnut tree

and flood us with the waste of your hair

from the fluff of the kiss on the leaves of the heart.

GEORGE SEFERIS

"Erotic discourse"

BISCUTELLA  DIDYMA

Money

Play, my loom, thunder... throw golden shuttle,
run my burnt combs, bear my sound,
so that the threads come out quickly, so that I can sew my dowries,
because my beloved is in a hurry, in a hurry to take me.

K. KRYSTALIS

"Song of the Loom"

SCORPIURUS

Scorpion or Marigold

In the warmest dream I will paint a mermaid,
in the rings of the waves a childhood love
…

SP. KOKKINIS
"Painting"

ONORBYCHIS VICIIFOLIA

Trifolium or Trifolium

I seek asylum in the lakes of your eyes,

I seek shelter in the plains of your soul

but your face, which, entering me,

dilutes the night of my existence,

barely sends me a glimpse

from the house of angels...

NIKIF. VRETTAKOS

"The swan's letter"

BRYONA CRETICA

Vryonia or Wild Gourd

The large eddies bring small spirals

that feed on the speed of the large ones

, and the small eddies bring smaller eddies

, and so on, as the property of viscosity.

LEWIS RICHARDSON

CISTUS INCANUS

Ladania or Kounoukla

Two unequal candles

were burning together,

and the priests were burning incense

with a silver casket.

They said to each other

with bitter hearts

"My light is great,

and yours is small."

GEORGE VIZYINOS

"Myth A"

The finest fabrics in the world, here

and elsewhere, and everywhere, are the leaves

of flowers. And one could not

help but think of

the warp, the weft, the spinner

above all of these threads, because 

don't you think that light is woven?

NIKIF. VRETTAKOS

"The woven fabrics"

GOMPHOCARPUS

A flower of the garden, set apart from the others,

a secret jealousy that they looked at, a mad joy that they bore.

But where he was proud of it and valued it,

on the dew, on its musky foliage

, a scorching wind blew and a wind of the Basque Country,

which sucked its dew, took its scent

and laid it withered and pale on the ground.

Weep for it that has withered, weep for it that weeps

…

YIANNIS VLACHOGIANNIS

"Epigram"

VINTEX AGNUS CACTUS

Wicker

When I cut a flower

and put it on your chest or

in your hair,

 I think

I'm decorating the world.

NIKIFOROS BRETTAKOS

"When I cut a flower"

CYNOGLOSSUM COLUMNAE

Dog tongue

Behind distant peaks the sun sets

and the borders of the sky change a thousand colors,

green, red, blond, golden blue,

and among them the Aposperitis bursts forth brilliantly.

…

KOSTAS KRYSTALIS

"The Sunset"

Our snail sighs

and moves away, dizzy.

Eternity fills him with

agitation. —This path,

he says, has no end.

Perhaps at the other end

we will reach the stars.

But I am too slow-moving

to get there myself.

Nah! Out of my mind! Let me not think about it!

FREDERICK GARCIA LORCA

"The Encounters of a Reckless Snail"

HIPPOCREPIS COMOSA

They are roads that lead to untouched forests,

to green lakes, to bustling cities,

they are roads that know old stories,

that everyone has forgotten.

They are seas full of enchanted islands,

that have not been written in the wise man's book,

that no ship has yet anchored 

and no one has set foot on...

MINAS DIMAKIS

"They are roads..."

FUMANA PROCUMBENS

Fumana

…
a pure white cloud
on a pink peak!
…

G. VIZYINOS
"Young woman with white hair"

BISCUTELLA PAEVIGATA

Money

I woke up and my thoughts wander in a dream

…

The world, daughter, will be declared by the adorned meadow;

the dazzle explains this illusion of the world;

and unrecognizable, that I gave you the myrtle branch,

means for love that one life is not enough.

…

DIMOSTHENIS VALAVANIS

"My dream"

PAPAVER SOMNIFERUM

Poppy or Koutsounada

One after the other your hands passed

in front of the window, like two doves

that, writing circles, chase each other in the light.

They then rose, intertwined their fingers,

remained motionless, standing in the universe

they formed a pyramid

of rays.

Its peak was lost in the heights, while its base

encompassed the entire circle of the horizon.

They illuminated the world.

N. VRETTAKOS

"The sky and the hands"

APULUM TORDILIUM

The unfortunate couplet, say, is a ring
with a double diamond, the rhyme as an ornament

LORENZOS MAVILIS
"Say"

PISTACIA TEREBINTHUS

Kokkorevithiia

Her lips are red

and beautiful,

like the leaves

of the rose tree,

when she is carved

and the egg drops

a thin rain

of dew.

D. SOLOMOS

"The Unrecognizable"

OPHRIS SPECULUM

Ofris or Selepia or Sernikovotano

Come, let's be children. In our wooded yard

, the grass is tufted and the flowers are in waves.

The low mallows have narrowed the paths

and small goldflies are flying around.

…

PETROS VLASTOS

"Like children"

OPHRYS TENTHREDINIFERA

Ofris or Selepia or Sernikovotano

We were supposedly going down, over the hill.

The car was rolling. And the two of us on it.

Its four wheels, four dreams, white,

blue and red. 

And you in your arms,

you held a bundle of sky, 

which covered my face next to you.

VRETTAKOS

"The Last Dream"

OPHIS LUTEA MINOR

Ofris or Selepia or Sernikovotano

Your eyes lowered you had the smile

painters of old humbly recounted,

a forgotten reading in an old gospel,

your speech breathed and your light voice

…

G. SEFERIS

"Erotic discourse"

CORIDALIS SOLIDA

Snowdrop

On the opposite shore,

in the hanging waters,

a fairy dances

with the starlight.

…

VASILIS ROTAS

"On the opposite shore"

PISUM ELATIUS

Cyclamen

Blue hawk
moves your lips
like a cyclamen

N. VRETTAKOS
“Blue breeze”

FERULA CHILIANTHA COMMUNIS

Splints

…

every heart is a folded bud,

that's why it hurts

me too... I'm waiting for it to open.

IOANNIS GRYPARIS

                           “Three Sis"