A sweet hour. Athens sprawls like a hetaira
offering herself to April.
Sensuous scents are in the air,
the spirit waits for nothing any more.
The silver of the evening's eyelids
droops, grows heavy up above the houses.
Queenlike the Acropolis puts on
the sunset's crimson like a robe.
The first star rises with a kiss of light.
A zephyr by Ilissus falls in love with
quivering laurels, rosy nymphs.
A sweet hour of delight and love, when
small birds chasing one another raise a wind
that beats upon a column of Olympian Zeus...
It is rather curious to me that people who spend most their time anxious and overtuned would like to get back to that as soon as possible. People hate being forced to slow down for any reason. That I don't understand. Life is overstimulating enough as it is. It is so much frantic activity to be a person.
A little corner in Melaka, no mesmerising landscapes or breathtaking views, but rustic casual charm, taking a stroll along the river, feeling the breeze, listening to the birdsong, kind of placid emotion surged.
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