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I have spoken of you in old times With wet nurses and veteran rebels From where your beastly sorrow comes The brilliance of trembling water on your f...
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I have spoken of you in old times With wet nurses and veteran rebels From where your beastly sorrow comes The brilliance of trembling water on your face And why it must be that I come near you I who dont want love but want the wind But want the gallop of the uncovered, upright sea
And none had heard of you Neither dittany nor wild mushroom Of Cretan highlands, none Only God grants and guides your hand to me
Here and there, carefully around the whole turn Of the faces seashore, the bay, the hair On the hill rippling off to the left
Your body in the stance of the solitary pine Eyes of pride and of transparent Depth, in the house with an old china cabinet Of yellow lace and cypress wood Alone I wait for where youll first appear High on the veranda or under the gardens cobblestones With the horse of the saint and the egg of Easter
Like from a wrecked wall painting Big as the little life wanted you, To hold within a little candle the stentorian volcanic glow
So no one will have seen or heard Anything about you in the wilderness of dilapidated houses Neither the buried ancestors at the edge of the garden fence Nor the old woman with all her herbs
Of you, only I, and maybe the music That is concealed inside me but shall return more strongly Of you, the unformed breast of twelve years Turning toward the future and the red crater Of you, a bitter odor finds the body And like a pin punctures memory And here the soil, here the doves, here our ancient earth. VI
I have seen much and the earth to my mind seems more beautiful More beautiful in the golden breath The sharp stone, more beautiful The dark blue of the isthmuses and the roofs among the waves More beautiful, the rays where you pass without stepping Unbeaten like the goddess of Samothrace atop the seas hills
Like so I have seen you and that will suffice For all and time will be exonerated In the wake of your passage My soul like a green dolphin follows
And plays with the white and azure
Triumph, triumph, where I have been conquered Before love and together With the hibiscus and passion-flower Go, go, and let me be lost
Alone, and let the sun be a newborn that you hold. Alone, and let me be the homeland that mourns Let it be the word that I sent to hold the laurel leaf for you Alone, the lone, strong wind and the full Pebble under the eyelid of dark depths The fisherman who caught then threw Paradise back into Time.
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In Paradise I have marked out an island Akin to you and a house by the sea
With a large bed and a small door I have thrown an echo into the depths To see myself every morning when I rise
Half to see you passing through the waters Half to weep for you in Paradise.
Translation by Aliki Caloyeras
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