Translated from the Greek by Olga Broumas
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Even when they destroy you it will still be beautiful
The world because of you
_                                                  _your heart—true heart
In place of what they took from us—
Will still beat and a gratitude
From the trees you touched will cover us

Unshackled lightning how do they retie you

Now that I have no air no animal companion
Nor even a woodsman’s lost thunderbolt
I hear water running
_                                _maybe from God
(And I blaspheming) or from the mouth
Of a solitary who approached the peak’s most Secret
_                     _Keys
And opened them
_                                _for this I address You
Night of a Holy Tuesday with the irreplaceable pelago
Facing me—so you can tell it goodbye and thanks.