Elytis Odysseus
'' Adolescence of day ''
Adolescence of day first lily of joy
The ancient myrtle flutters its flag
The breast of skylarks shall open to the light
And a song shall hover in mid-air
Sowing the golden barley of fire
To the five winds
Setting free a terrestial beaty
Translated by Kimon Friar.
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