The night I learned you had left us,
I walked the seaside promenade
by Poros’ harbour
and paused, remembering you.
The sunset had turned the seainto a pool of crimson
and against the blazing sky
a four-masted sailing ship
lay at anchor
I remember you, the free spirit,You who wore purple
and buttercup yellow.
You danced in floral frocks,
amused us with funny stories
about an old lady named Clover.
I still hear your sweet voice,singing, laughing.
I search that crimson sunset sky,
say prayers, remember you.
The next day, on Kanali beach,I wade into the water.
A gull soars overhead,
a small white bird circles
as though it is watching me.
Is it your spiritsoaring over the blue Aegean sea?
My tears mix with the sea salt.
I hear the gentle trill of your voice,
telling me not to cry.
How could it be that you are gone,
taken from us too soon?
Dora, you will always be remembered.
From the collection of poems written in or about Greece,
"Songs for Erato"