In the Church
I love the church—its hexapteryga,
the silver of its vessels, its candlesticks,
the lights, its icons, its pulpit.
When I enter the church of the Greeks,
with the aroma of the incense,
with the liturgical voices and symphonies,
the majestic presence of the priests
and the solemn rhythm of all their movements—
most elaborate in the adornment of their vestments—
my mind returns to the high honors of our race,
to the splendours of Byzantium.
Libros Libertad 