A poetry collection that takes you back to Pontus and its moving history!
There was a place, where Pontus stood up to eternity, timidly touched it, fondled it in the night. And above a verse, perhaps the line of the horizon, the Argonauts of Colchis and the Amazons of Paphlagonia, the Akrites of the Byzantine border and the princesses of Trebizond, famous for their beauty, met magically... and gave birth to a homeland: Poetry.
A curse and a blessing
Love, Trauma, Death, Resurrection
"...Something anarchic and primordial, a memory forever..."
He dictates and you write
You carried her as a child,
you felt her as a teenager in love,
you conceived her and gave birth to her as a mother, you trained her
and you matured her like a wise old man.
"...distillation of a divine, universal wisdom..."
Words, Smells, Colors
in Mother tongues that lulled you
Languages Balsam
Languages Nails, Carvers of Soul and Memory
Because everything is Memory. Without her no love,
no knowledge, no codes, nothing but emptiness…
That is why we owe history
We need succession, continuity
We owe births modestly but courageously
Saints and Prodigals
With tears and without
The exploration of unforgettable places, through the language of poetry. Pontos, its history and the legacy to the next generations through verbal extracts.
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