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
bays?..''
(translation Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)
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