…AXION ESTI…..
The inward light milky white
in the image and likeness of the infinite
the mountains cast from no mold emitting
identical faces of eternity
THE MOUNTAINS with the arrogance of ruins
the moody mountains, with mammal’s breasts
mountains like the reefs of vision
wholly enclosed yet with forty passes
Filled with drizzle like monasteries
hidden away in the fog of sheep
going about calmly as cowherds do
with black capes and with headscarf
Odysseus Elytis THE AXION ESTI
