Helios o Protos (Sun the First)

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(I) I no longer know the night, the terrible anonymity of death In the dock of my soul a fleet of stars anchors Oh Sunset, guardian, please shine beside me, 

Blue breeze of an island that 'dreams' me (existing) announcing the Dawn from the tallest rocks my eyes embracing the Star that makes you float, the star of my proper heart: 

I no longer know the night. I no longer know the names of a world that denies me I can decipher the Sea-Shells, the Leaves, the Stars, Hostility I can do without, in the Paths of the Sky Unless it's the Dream that gazes at me again, In tears walking through the sea of timelessness (eternity). Sunset came. Under the curve of your golden fire, the night that is *only* night I no longer know at all. 

(XVI) From what rocks, from what blood, from what iron from what fire, we are made of While we appear to be just made of cloud and they throw stones at us, yelling: "dreamers!"... How we get on, in our days and our nights, only a God can know...

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----"I was given the Hellenic tongue
my house a humble one on the sandy shores of Homer.
----My only care my tongue on the sandy shores of Homer.
The sea-bream and perch
----windbeaten verbs
green currents with the cerulean
----all that I saw blazing in my entrails
sponges, medusae
----with the first words of the Sirens
pink shells with their first dark tremors."
(from Axion Esti, 1959)

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               "It seems that somewhere people are celebrating;

                although there are no houses or human beings

                I can listen to guitars and other laughters which

                are not nearby

                Maybe far away, within the ashes of heavens

                Andromeda, the Bear, or the Virgin...

                I wonder; is loneliness the same, all over the

                worlds ? "

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                "Almond-shaped, elongated eyes, lips; perfumes stemming

                from a premature sky of great feminine delicacy

                and fatal drunkeness.

                I leant on my side -almost fell- onto the

                hymns to the Virgin and the cold of spacious

                gardens.

                Prepared for the worst."

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