I open my mouth and the sea rejoices
and takes my words into its dark caves
and whispers them to its young seals
at nights that cry for the suffering of man
I slit my veins and my dreams grow red
and become a hoop in the world of children
and bedclothes of young girls who stay awake
hidden to hear the miracles of love.
by
Odysseas Elitis
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