WEDNESDAY, 8C Poem by Odysseas Elytis

IF ONLY MOTHER you could see me: as I was born, I
departed. I was far too little - besides who un-
derstands? - and far too many were the creeping
monsters with the lateral, slimy legs.

So, from the length of a life constructed with such dif-
ficulty all that remains is a half-ruined door and a lot
of large decaying water anemones. Therefrom I pass
and proceed - who knows? - to a womb sweeter than
my country.