The King Of Asine

We looked all morning around the castle

Starting from the shaded side,

There where the sea

Green and without luster - breast of a slain peacock.

Received us like time without an opening in it

Veins of rock dropped down from high above

Twisted vines, naked, many - branched, coming alive!!!!

Hollow in the light

Like a dry jar in dug earth

At the water's tough, while the eye following them

Struggled to escape the tiresome rocking,

Losing strength continually

On the sunny side a long open beach

And the light striking diamonds on the huge walls.

No living thing, the wild doves gone

And the king of Asine, whom we've been

Trying to find for two years now,

Unknown, forgotten by all, even by homer,

Only one word in the Iliad and that uncertain,

Thrown here like the gold burial mask

You touched it, remember it's sound??

Hollow in the light

Like a dry jar in dug earth

The same sound that our oars make in the sea

The king of Asine, a void under the mask

Everywhere with us, everywhere with us,

Under a name: "áóßíçí ôå:

áóßíçí ôå:"

And his children statues and his desires

The fluttering of birds, and the wind

In the gaps between his thoughts,

And his ships anchored in a vanished port,

Under the mask... a void!!!

Behind the large eyes the curved lips, the curls

Carved in relief on the gold cover

Of our existence!!!!

A dark spot that you see traveling like a fish

In the dawn calm of the sea.

A void everywhere with us

And the bird that flew away last winter

With a broken wing a bode of life,

And the young woman who left to play

With the dogteeth of summer,

And the soul that sought the lower world

Squeaking, and the country like a large

Plane - leaf swept a long by the torrent

Of the sun with the ancient monuments

And the contemporary sorrow... sorrow!!!

Shield bearer, the sun climbed warring

And from the depths of the cave

A startled bat, hit the light

As an arrow hits a shield:

"áóßíçí ôå:

áóßíçí ôå:"

Could that be the king of Asine.

And the poet lingers, looking at the stones,

And asks himself, does there really exist

Among these ruined lines, edges, points,

Hollows and curves, does there really exist

Here where one meets the path of rain,

Wind and ruin, does there exist

The movement of the face, shape of the

Tenderness!!!!

Of those who've shrunk so strangely

In our lives,

Those who remained the shadow of waves

And thoughts with the seas boundlessness,

Or perhaps no, nothing is left but the weight,

The nostalgia for the weight of

A living existence!!!

Shield bearer, the sun climbed warring,

And from the depths of the cave

A startled bat, hit the light

As an arrow hits a shield:

"áóßíçí ôå:

áóßíçí ôå:"

Could that be the king of Asine!!!!

There where we now remain unsubstantial

Bending like the branches of a

Terrible willow - tree heaped in

Permanent despair

While the yellow current slowly

Carries down rushes up - rooted

In the mud image of a form that

The sentence to everlasting bitterness

Has turned to marble the poet a void!!!

Behind the large eyes the curved lips

The curls, carved in relief on the

Cold cover of our existence!!!

A dark spot that you see

Traveling like a fish

In the dawn calm of the sea.

A void everywhere with us

And the bird that flew away last winter

With a broken wing abode of life.

We've been searching for so carefully

On this acropolis

Sometimes toughing with our fingers

His touch upon the stones.

The king of Asine, a void under the mask

Everywhere with us, everywhere with us,

Under a name:

"áóßíçí ôå:

áóßíçí ôå:"

And his children statues and

His desires the fluttering

Of birds!!!

Shield bearer, the sun climbed warring,

And from the depths of the cave,

A startled bat, hit the light

As an arrow hits a shield:

"áóßíçí ôå:

áóßíçí ôå:"

Gould that be the king of Asine!!!

King of Asine, king of Asine!!!