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me vision.She gaveme love.I leave these gifts for her great grandchildren's children,with the hope that all that she was runs now in their veins.  \nFor Cameron,Christiana,Morgan,Spencer,Alexa,Nicole,Ryan,Mason,and Devon.She loves you all through me.  \nThe cover for this book was designed from aphotograph taken in Greece by Duane Paul Munk,whoencouraged me to write these poems and many more  \nThe formatting and photo-ready type-setting wasprepared in friendship by Jan Hasman,always supportive in myefforts.  \nMy Thursday poetry group has been my inspiration.  \nWith Thanks,  \nDorothea Bisbas  \nCONTENTS  \nTHESTORYTELLER  \nPROLOGUE TOA GREEK JOURNEYKALAMBAKA,AT THE METEORAMEETING YESTERDAYWREATH OF DESIREMOUNTAIN IN THESSALY  \nPORTRAIT OF AN HOUR IN KIFISIAAN OPEN DOOR  \nGRAVEYARD INMACEDONIAPASTORALE  \nWOMAN OF METSOVO  \nADMONITIONS TO THE GODSAGIOS YIANNISMIDNIGHT MOVESZIMBAYAKO  \nV  \n1  \n2324  \n26  \n27  \n28  \n29  \n30  \n31  \n33  \n34  \n36  \n37  \n39  \n40  \nTHE STORYTELLER  \nI was three or four,  \nstill sucking my thumb,that age.She would take me on her lap,that warm,voluminous space,whereher apron scrunched when I sat  \nand soap and talc surrounded her fresh,like the smell of snow forming in the air.  \nHer skin was bland against the blackshe always wore,for her first-born,buried young,  \nher hair braided tight in a coil at the backof a neck that had bent over sadnessmore than once,  \nthe bun imprisoned with long hairpinsshaped more like mountain roadsthan the other way around.  \nMy thumb and finger would caress her ear,a large lobe with a long thin linewhere the pierced earringhad stretched it,  \nuseless gold coins from the old country,where the pain came from.  \nShe'd begin in Greek.  \nWe only spoke that ancient tongue,she and I,as if it were a secret that we shared.\"Once in the old times”she'd always say.Long tales,half truths,half myths,of goat herders playing flutes and menwho flew wax-winged in the sunand girls who danced on 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