by Odysseas Elytis
I will always mournhear me?for you, alone, in Paradise.
Fate, like a switchman, will turn
Elsewhere the lines of the palm
Time will concede for one moment
How else, since man loves and is loved
The heavens will perform our insides
And innocence will strike the world
With the scythe of deaths blackness.
I mourn the sun and I mourn the time that comes