Description
With her blurred eyes she nears that sculptured hand
the hand that held the rudder
the hand that held the pen
the hand that spread open in the wind
her silence threatened by everything.
From the pine trees a movement starts toward the sea
it plays with the humble breath of breeze
and two black Symblegades intercept it.
I opened my heart and breathed.
The golden fleece shivered in the pelagos.
The skin the colour and the shudder were hers,
hers the mountain peaks on the horizon, on my palm.
I opened my heart
filled by images already vanished, the sperm of Proteus.
Here I gazed at the moon
coloured by the blood
of a young she-wolf.
Spetches, August 1934
Mayanaam
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Manolis 