Mikhail
Peppas
Wondering
and weaving through the cobbled lanes and marbled pavings of Plaka Athens in
the footsteps of Lord Byron on the final Friday countdown of the year two
thousand and seventeen AD.
Lingering
about the Lysikrates Monument (334 BC) and surrounds that were incorporated as
part of the Capuchin monastery complex, a place frequented by poets Byron and
Chateaubriand.
Lord
Byron writes:
‘Be
thou the rainbow
in
the storms of life.
The
evening beam that
smiles
the clouds away,
and
tints tomorrow
with
prophetic ray.’
‘I
slept and dreamt
that
life was beauty ...’
‘But
words are things,
And
a small drop of ink,
Falling
like dew, upon a thought,
Produces
that which makes thousands,
Perhaps
millions, think.’
‘If
I am a poet
I
owe it to
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