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.
Oh, our little orange tree all full of flowers and like a bride dressed all in white
in her prettiness, in her wedding dress! Oh, our little orange tree! Up on its branches