Poem by Odysseus Elytis


Games of the water

in the shadowy passages

they speak of dawn with their kisses

where the horizon

begins —

and the echo of wild doves

vibrates in their cave

glaucous waking in the spring

of day

sun —

the mistral bestows the sail

unto the sea

the caressing of hair

to its carefree dream

freshness —

wave in the light

rebirths the eyes

on which Life sails toward

the gazing

life —