….AXION ESTI the cloud on the grass
the lizard’s slit on the wet ankle
the deep gaze of Mnesarete that
though not the lamb’s grants absolution

The gold-rousing wind of the bell
the horseman who goes west for ascension
and the other imaginary horseman who goes
to impale the time of deterioration…..

Odysseus Elytis THE AXION ESTI