I find the poems of Kostas very moving. The is a feeling of underlying despair in them but it is covered by a veil of bitter-sweet melancholy. I have read quite a few of them but will read them all soon. Thanks to Facebbok the has come back to see the light of day.
With calm, indifferent brow I'll greet the afternoons, the dawns.
A tree, I'll stand and gaze at both the tempest and the azure sky.
I'll say that life's the coffin in which people's joy and sorrow die.