Smultronstället - Theodore Zikos

Tonight 'round wild strawberries I bed,

Where canopied leaves from rain protect my head,

And no brighter flame than earth-fired bulbs alight,

Can keep afar the creeping shade of night.

With morning song, the sun illumed one bunch,

A heaven high and without knowing touch,

Whose roots ran south to north and then declined,

Would write sweet songs against the world unkind.

I know one day that they shall all be plucked,

From hand and heart at once become unstuck,

When frost gives way, they’ll wake from spring-soaked vine,

As all wild things, whose only food is time.

Wherever tears of joy on Earth are found,

So shall they grow, and give life to the ground.

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Theodore Zikos is a communication student at the University at Albany. He also works as a fine art photographer.