Poem by Odysseas Elytis

THEY CAMEdressed up as  “friends,”    came countless times, my enemies,trampling the primeval soil.    And the soil never blended with their heel.They brought    The Wise One, the Founder, and the Geometer,Bibles of letters and numbers,    every kind of  Submission and Power,to sway over the primeval light.    And the light never blended with their roof.Not even a bee was…