Epic

Epic

Ange Mlinko

It's you I'd like to see Greece again with

 You I'd like to take to bed of cyclamen

 You know I nurse a certain myth

 about myself         that I descend（下降）

de tribus d'origine asiatique

 and am part Thracian or Macedonian

 cleaving to a Hellenic mystique

 after centuries' migration inland

a full moon        rising over the Acropolis

 I can repeat the scene        this time à deux

 as then I had no one to kiss

 slicing halloumi amid the hullabaloo

 of a rooftop taverna in   July

 The doors that opened to lovers

 pulled like tree roots from darkness      I

 close upon us now like book covers

The alcove（壁龛） in which we embrace

 is cool with brilliant tile

 and weirded by a dove's note      chase

 of ouzo with Uzi       junta-style

 History makes its noise      we duck

 till it passes      Love we think is our due

 Not we think like the epoch（新纪元）

 the unchosen thing we're wedded to