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from Sun the First
I don't know any more the night terrible anonymity of death
In the small turn of my soul a fleet of stars comes to port.
Guard of evening because you shine next to the sky-colored
Little wind of an island that dreams of me
Proclaiming the dawn from its tall boulders
My two eyes embrace and sail you with the star
Of my correct heart: I don’t know any more the night.
Odysseas Elytis
from Eros, Eros, Eros: Selected & Last Poems
translated by Olga Broumas
Copper Canyon Press 1998
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