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The Monogram by Odysseas Elytis I will always mournhear me?for you, alone, in Paradise. I 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. II I mourn the sun and I mourn the time that comes Without us and I sing of others whove passed If this is true The bodies addressed and boats sweetly gliding by The guitars that flicker under the waters The believe me and the dont One in the air and one in the music The two small animals, our hands That tried to climb one another in secret The flowerpot cool through the open garden gate And the parts of sea coming together Beyond the dry-stone wall, beyond the hedge The windflower you held in your hand Whose purple shuddered three times for three days above the waterfall If this is all true, I sing The wooden beam and square tapestry On the wall, the Mermaid with tresses unbraided The cat that watched us in the dark A child with incense and the red cross The hour when night falls on unapproachable rocks I mourn the garment that I fingered and the world came to me. III Like so I speak of you and me Because I love you and in love I know How to enter in like the full moon From everywhere, about your small foot in the boundless sheets How to pluck the jasmineand I have the power To blow the wind and take you in sleep through the moons passages ...