"Wind of the Virgin", poem O. Elytis – "Wind of the All-Holy", Elytis poem
Because the Virgin Mary is worshiped and honored as much as any Saint everywhere on earth……
of the Virgin, before 1567 Church of the Assumption of the Virgin, Syros of
Domenikos Theotokopoulos
Two o'clock in the morning wandering the desert August
You saw the moonlight walking with you
Step lost. Or if the heart was not in place
It was the memory of the earth with the beautiful woman
The wish he longed for through the peaks of the basil
Let the wind of the Virgin blow it!
Night time! And the north flooded with tears
The heart just pounded to the ground
Naked under the constellations of her silent trees
You tasted the bitter pebbles at the bottom of the dream
At the time when the clouds untied the sails
And without sin any of the sin was engraved
The weather in his first guts. You can still see
Before the initial fire the beauty of the sand
Where you played your oath and where you had the wish
One hundred leaves open in the wind of the Virgin Mary!
Wind of the All-Holy
In a palm of the sea you tasted the acrid gravel,
At two in the morning, strolling in the August desert
You saw the moonlight walk with you,
Lost march. Or, if the heart was out of place,
There was the memory of the earth, with the beautiful woman,
The wish that desired only from the bosom of the basilisk
Blow the wind of the All-Holy.
Night time ! And the north wind overflowing with tears
As soon as the heart shuddered, to the firming of the earth,
Naked, under the constellations of silent trees
You tasted the gravel acres in the depths of the dream
When the clouds hoisted the sails,
And without any mea culpa was engraved
Time in its primitive entrails. You can still see,
Before the first fire, the beauty of sand
Where you played your oath and where you had the blessing
To the hundred petals in the wind of the All-Holy.