The Fragments by Stavros TsimicalisThe Fragments by Stavros Tsimicalis

The Fragments

byStavros Tsimicalis

Paperback | March 15, 2002

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`There is a gentleness about Stavros Tsimicalis's work, a persistent yet hushed search for identity, for answers. The answers, Tsimicalis hopes, will be found where there is light, and he focuses his search there.... This is the poet at his best. He knows what he wants to say. The message is clear and crisp.'

Stavros Tsimicalis is a poet, restaurateur and chef. He was born in Skoura, a small village by the Eurotas River in Laconia, and emigrated to Canada in 1963. He is the author of two books of poetry: Exiled the Myth Needles Deeper (1982) and Liturgy of Light (Aya/Mercury Press, 1986). Stavros trained at the Windsor Arms Hotel in the ...
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Title:The FragmentsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:80 pages, 8.7 × 5.54 × 0.24 inPublished:March 15, 2002Publisher:Porcupine's QuillLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0889842361

ISBN - 13:9780889842366

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Fishing for Moon Pieces Exiled in your solitude, you Hear the wind, sneaking through the courtyard Swirling and skirting around the wooden legs Of the few scattered chairs, sweeping Pale fallen vine leaves. The surfaces of the white tabletops Still hold intact the fingerprints Of the lost customers. Alone You see the void left by their images, Filling with dust. Before you, Triumphantly, the sea goes forward With its adulations and eruptions. Your body is warmed By the twilight. A few yards away in the quay, anchored boats Bucked by the waves perform a lyrical dance. Above you, seagulls hover, squeaking along with flapping bats And already the visitation of shadows begins. Slowly, from behind Round hills, a crimson moon emerges, Shy as a young girl when she lifts Her stooped head from her reading To glimpse a bearded stranger, Or as fish that quickly raise their heads Out of the water to breathe The light, and the real world glows in their eyes. Slivers of the slaughtered moon swim, masquerading As beauty at the bottom of the sea. And children on the docks Fish for moon pieces To put it together again.

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`Against such a predominantly autumnal or vernal background, Tsimicalis projects his recollections, dreams and religious beliefs, thereby achieving a moving vision of human frailty and of spiritual regeneration. By combining scenes of decomposition, of burning or reducing living entities to smoke and the ``cinders of stasis'' with scenes that suggest the luminosity of the afterlife, Liturgy of Light communicates a strong sense of life as a constant struggle between light and darkness, on a realistic as well as on a spiritual plane.'