My Sun


Evangelos Catevatis

I try the warmth of poppies,
Like a substitute sun
They light the corners of my sight.
Armful, eyeful,
I fill and overflow with gathering.
From my fingers
The urchin trusts his darkness
And takes a single flower.

I’m robbed or I’ve lost the feel of heat.
Somewhere in the sorrow of skin
My temperature has cooled.
Sun seeking bones burn
In the reach of my hands.

Evangelos Catevatis
Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

Translated from the Greek
by the author & Ann J. West