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THE HOUSE by Claire Angelidou It is fair That the house exists, That stone-built house With its high windows Through which the sea entered To wash it at dawn, Through which swallows entered To build their nests, In its high ceilings, The chirping of birds The cicadas deepen Their song in the branches of the palm tree. The house with jasmine And geraniums The narcissus, the almond tree, The house on Athens Street Where the winds descended And children in shorts Waited every day For Spring. We will always remember The house, In its every corner It hid a secret And your mother's Wide smile Circling our hearts. The house of Ammohostos. from The Mirror of the Soul, Claire Angelidou, Dionysia Press Ltd, 2010