The poem of Odysseus Elytis, from the poetry collection "Orientations", section "The term of office of Summer", "Wind of the Virgin" and its performance in French "Vent de la Toute-Sainte", poem by Elytis
The image is “The Assumption of the Virgin”, The Dormition of the Virgin, before 1567 Church of the Assumption of the Virgin, Syros by Domenikos Theotokopoulos
Elytis, "Wind of the Virgin"
In a sea palm you tasted the bitter pebbles
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 desert August You saw the light of the moon walking 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 that from the bosom of the basil Blows the wind of the All-Holy.
Night time ! And the north wind brimming with tears As soon as my heart shuddered, to the firming of the earth, Naked, under the constellations of silent trees
You have tasted the acres of gravel in the depths of a dream At a time when the clouds have hoisted the sails, And without any mea culpa has etched Time in its primitive bowels. You can still see, Before the first fire, the beauty of the sand Where you played your oath and where you had the blessing With the hundred petals in the wind of the All-Holy.
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