White and pure
blooms the jasmine flower,
and its strong perfume
fills me
with sweet drunkenness,
that, like a wreath, I will place it-
on my head, and walk with ecstasy
through my summer’s destiny.
©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou
2 responses to “Jasmine”
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Vasos, your poem is like a breath of midsummer air—so delicate yet intoxicating. The way you weave the jasmine’s whiteness, scent, and transformative power into a wreath for your own summer journey is simply beautiful. It’s a gentle, radiant piece that lingers like perfume. Well done.
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Thank you so much, Srikant, for your kind words. ☺️🙏🌹
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