~ GREEK AUSTRALIS

In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded.
Lost discoverer, in you everything sinks.

You girdled sorrow, you cling to desire,
sadness stuns you, in you everything sinks.

I make the wall of shadow draw back,
beyond desire and act, I walk on.

Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman whom I love and lose,
I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you.

Like a jar you house infinite tenderness,
and the infinite oblivion shatters you like a jar.

There is the black solitude of Aegean islands,
and there, woman of love, your antipodean arms take me in.