OCEAN’S MARCH (Excerpt XI)
In the girls’ glances the echo
of a big morning forest shivers
in musical limpidity
and trust
But as the serene houses wave
to us tenderly
with the stooping acacia on the white wall
the flash of the great sea
will come among us
to win us over once again
Eh captain
eat your dried-up bread quickly
and the black olive
dipped in salt and in the sun
over the vertical rock
Manolis Aligizakis 