Age of Blue Memory - Odysseus Elytis
Olive groves and vineyards as far as to the sea
Red fishing boats farther still to memory
Golden cricket husks of August in a midday sleep
With shells or seaweed. And that boat’s hull
Newly built, green, that in the water’s peaceful embrace still reads:
The Lord Will Provide
Like leaves like pebbles the years went by
I remember the young men, the sailors, leaving
And painting the sails in their hearts’ image
They sang of the four corners of the horizon
They wore the north winds …


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