Poem by Odysseus Elytis
II
I mourn the sun and I mourn the years that will come
without us and I sing the others that have passed
if this is true
the bodies spoken to and boats that hummed sweetly
guitars flickering underwater
the believe me and the don’t
once in the air once in the music
the two small animals, our hands
that longed to climb secretly one on the other
the flowerpot with the dewdrops in the open yard gates
and the pieces of seas coming together
above the dry rocks, behind the stone walls
the anemone that sat on your palm
and the mauve trembled thrice for three days above the waterfalls
If these are true I sing
the wooden beam and the square weaving
on the wall, the Mermaid with the unbraided hair
the cat that watched us in the darkness
Boy with the incense and the red cross
the hour evening comes on the rock’s inaccessibility
I mourn the garment I touched and the world came to me
Libros Libertad 