Odysseas Elytis

Marina of the rocks
''...You have a taste of tempest on your lips
 And a dress red as blood
 Deep in the gold of summer 
And the perfume of hyacinths—But where did you wander 
Descending toward the shores, the pebbled 

(translation Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)

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