Tuesday, November 17, 2009


Much of my time in Cyprus was spent in Larnaka, a small town about the size of Lancaster but with much narrower streets and just as much traffic.
However there were moments when I got out of town. People were kind enough to take me for car rides and visiting and one Cypriot sculptor in particular, Gigis Patsalis entertained me at his very rural studio in Vavla, high up in the hills near Lefkara, a place famous for its lacemaking. It was after one such day that I composed this little poem:

Magnificat Anima Mea

The song of my soul
Is the running of the deer,
The howl of the wolf,
The ocean's swell
And the whispering trees
When no wind stirs.

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