Song Heroic and Mourning for the Lost Second Lieutenant of the Albanian Campaign
IV
Now he lies on his scorched greatcoat
With a stopped wind in his quiet hair
With a twig of oblivion in his left ear
He looks like a garden the birds suddenly deserted
He looks like a song muzzled in the dark
He looks like an angel's clock that stopped
Just as his eyelashes said "so long"
The question turned to stone ....
He lies on his scorched greatcoat.
Black centuries around him
Bark with dogs' skeletons at the terrible silence
And the hours that became stone doves again
Listen attentively;
But the laugh was burnt, but the earth went deaf,
But no one heard the ultimate cry
The whole world emptied with the ultimate cry.
Under five cedars
With no other candles
He lies on his scorched greatcoat;
Empty his helmet, muddy his blood,
His half-finished arm by his side
And between his eyebrows-
A small bitter well, fingerprint of fate
A small red-black bitter well
A well where memory goes cold!
O do not look O do not look at the point
Whence his life fled. Do not say how
Do not say how dream's smoke ascended high
And then one moment And thus one
And thus one moment abandoned the other,
And the eternal sun thus suddenly abandoned the world!
Elytis, Odysseus. The Collected Poems of Odysseus Elytis. Translated by Jeffrey Carson and Nikos Sarris, Johns Hopkins University Press, 1997.
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