The light of joy

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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