Poem by Odysseus Elytis
VARIATIONS ON A SUNBEAM
The mouth which is daemon word crater
food of the poppy blood of anguish
which is the great cumin of spring
your mouth speaks with four hundred roses
it beats the trees overwhelms the whole earth
pours the first shiver into the body.
Great fragrance of the finger multiplies my passion
my open eye hurts on the thorns
it isn’t as much the fountain that desires the two fowl-breasts
as the buzzing of a wasp on naked hips.
Give me the scar of amaranth the spells
of the girl who spins
the goodbye the I’m coming the I’ll give you
caves of health will drink it to the sun’s health
the world will be either the loss or the double voyage
here in the wind’s sheet there in the infinity’s gaze at.
Cane tulip cheek of concern
cool offspring of fire
I’ll throw May on his back I’ll squeeze him in my arms
I’ll beat May I’ll consume him.