No cleft can be widened without desire
On the garden railing the birds open their wings
The neighborhood of the river attracts them
The passion of the vulture for a white pigeon
Is a mountain summit with snowy crest
When the ice melts we sing in the valleys
The waters intoxicate us
The pupils of our eyes wash their treasures
Some are blond and some brunette
They hold in their faces the reflection of our hopes
They hold in their breast the milk of our lives
And we stand about them
Eternal commands surround us
The mountain bloodclots throb and dissolve
Their snows are songs of the coming of new years
These years are our life
In their hollows the birds rest at noon
No cleft can be widened without desire of widening
Sometimes we become hourglasses
And the sponges throb to every single drop of ours.
Andreas Emberikos.
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