ROMIOSINI
…Come you oh woman who broods on the golden
eggs of thunderbolts –
when an azure day comes you’ll take off the headscarf
and again take up arms
that May’s hailstorm will beat your forehead
that the sun will break a pomegranate in your cotton apron
that alone you will divide seed by seed
among your twelve orphans
that the shore will shine around you like the edge of a sword
and April’s snow
so that the crab will come out from the rocks to sunbathe
and cross its claws…
Manolis Aligizakis 