Red wildflowers
amongst the ancient ruins
and I, somewhere there
I get up and knock rattles
I fancy up myself
with blossoming buds
ignoring winters and autumns
I dream of a flame-burning summer
Joy blooms in ancient temples
in the sunlight
The gray marble
reflects a strange youth
through its ravages ...
with purple splotches
-against time-
the poppies all over there
Doric form reminding
the debt for the beauty of simplicity
Apollon Oh!
Agamemnon Oh!
Clytemnestra Oh!
You swing majestic for centuries
between the columns,
Operators of the Passion
which drips the spring ...
Watering Harmony
with pain and blood
And most of all
the terrible Erinyes wuthering for ever
on the peaks of the cypresses ...
