…AΧION ESTI ………
The sixteen deckhands that haul in nets
a slow-sailing seagull never landing
the masterless voices of the wilderness
a shadow’s passage through the wall
THE ISLANDS with boats orange and black
islands with a Zeus’s column-drum
the islands with their deserted boatyards
islands with drinkable blue volcanoes …….
…..AXION ESTI the wave that’s raging
and lifts five fathoms in the air
the hair poured to the raptor wheeling
and strikes the windowpanes in the storm…
Odysseus Elytis THE AXION ESTI
