THE Ulysses Elytis Writes for the Great Saturday and Easter Sunday in verses with a calendar formatexpressing the uprising of nature and its lyrical joy.
M. SATURDAY, 25
Passing by my yesterday’s insomnia
a little, for a moment, he smiled at me
the god with the purple ribbon
that from my little kid circulates my secrets
Then lost by sailing right
to go to empty the bucket with my dumplings
– of the soul cigarette butts and apartments –
where it still boils all the old youth
and the sea.
M. SATURDAY, 25 B
Again in the belly of the sea that black cloud
that lifts smoking
Like voices over a wreck
Lost those caught by the unknown
Like I yesterday of St. George on the day
Where did I go to get rid of horses upright and thoracic
And my whole soul was poured out of the earth.
SUNDAY (Easter), 26
Clean transparent day. It looks like the wind that is immobilized with Mor-
Mountain there in the west. And the sea with wings folded-
Yes, very low, under the window.
You come to fly high and from there to share free the
your soul. Then you get down and, courageously, understand the
place in the grave that belongs to you.
SUNDAY (Easter), 26 B
Asmathion
Inemosa daughter adult sea
Get the citrus that Calvos gave me
yours the golden smell
Tomorrow the other birds will come
will be light on the mountains again the lines
But my heart is heavy.
From the collection “Diary of an April Infinite”, editions of High 1984