Who threw water on the wick?
Who, restless and trapped
Can survive in this necropolis?
Trumpeting down the walls
that are not of Jericho.
Trumpeting down the walls
that besiege a chthonic people.
Tonight I shall return as a black dove
to bring you an oak tree branch from Dodona
And a darkness full of lightning
all the way from the palace of Atropos.
So that you stay up all night
and knead
a bright sunshine for tomorrow.
“Good morning wind-vane”,
to say when morning comes,
“where do the winds blow from today?”
And just like a white horse
to gallop against the wind.
Dimitris Varos
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