In the garden the chrysanthemums were dying
like desires when you came. Calmly
you laughed, like little white flowers.
Silent, I made a sweetest song
out of the darkness deep within me
and the petals sing it up above you.
Kostas Karyotakis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-garden-the-chrysanthemums-were-dying/
