….And then I understood the surf and the long endless whisper of the trees
I saw the red water jugs lined up on the dock
and closer to the wooden window shutter
where I lay sleeping on my side
the northwind crowed more loudly
And I saw
Korai beautiful and naked and smooth as a beach pebble
with a bit of black in the nook of their thighs
and a rich spread of it along their shoulder blades
who standing blew into the Conch
and others writing in chalk
strange, enigmatic words:
ROES, ESA, ARIMNA
NUS, MORILMATITY, YELTIS1
At the stroke of eleven
small voices of birds and hyacinths
or other words of July….

Odysseus Elytis THE AXION ESTI