Exile

Yes
I have been there
Sicily
Eretrian winelands rust-red

and Sparta
tall torch
kindled in river reeds.

I went there
I found men with frank hearts
who took me in
I found kind hands
but no joy
and no rest.

Home hugs close.
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Theognis
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