ODYSSEUS ELYTIS’ AXION ESTI — The Passion
II
They gave me the language of the Hellenes;
a humble house on the shores of Homer.
My only care my language on the shores of Homer.
Two-branded breams there and perch
wind beaten verbs
green currents amid the azure
which I felt put my viscera on fire
sponges, medusae
with the first words of the Sirens
rosy shells with the first black shivers.
My only care my language with the first black shivers.
Pomegranates there, quinces
Gods with dark complexions, uncles and cousins
pouring olive oil in the huge storage jars
and fragrances from the ravine sweet smelling
of osier and bulrush
broom and ginger root
with the first chirpings of finches,
sweet psalmodies with the very first Glory to You.
My only care my language, with the very first Glory to You!
Laurels there and palms fronds
censer and incense burning
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