I lived the beloved name
In the shade of the aged olive tree
In the roaring of the lifelong sea….. (Odysseus Elytis, 1911-1996, Nobel prize for Literature 1979)
The olive trees with the wrinkles of our fathers
The rocks with the wisdom of our fathers
and our brother’s blood alive on the earth
were a vital joy, a rich pattern
for the souls who knew their prayer
George Seferis from “Astyanax” (Myhistorema)
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