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And dreams shall take revenge (ODYSSEAS ELYTIS)

And dreams shall take revenge (ODYSSEAS ELYTIS)

Many years after Sin which they called Virtue in the churches and which they blessed. The tempest that man’s mind shall give birth to sweeping away relics of old stars and cobwebbed corners of the sky. And Creation paying for the works of thd ancient Rulers shall shudder. Turmoil shall fall on Hades, and the planking shall sag under the great pressure of the sun. Which first shall hold back its beams as a sign that it is time for dreams to take revenge. And then it shall speak, and say: exiled Poet say, what do you see in your century?

—I see the nations once arrogant, given over to the wasp and to sorrel.
—I see axes in the air splitting busts of Emperors and Generals.
—I see merchants stooping to collect the profit of their own corpses.
—I see the sequence of secret meanings.

The tempest of man’s mind shall give birth to sweeping away relics of old stars and cobwebbed corners of the sky. But before that, behold, generations shall move the plough upon the barren earth. And secretly the Rulers shall take stock of their human merchandise, declaring wars. And the Policeman and Military Judge shall be satiated. Leaving the gold to the unseen, and they shall collect the wages of insult and torture. And big ships shall hoist their flags, marching songs shall advance along the roads, balconies shall strew flowers on the Victor. Who shall live in the odor of corpses. And near him the mouth of the tomb shall open up the darkness according to his measure, crying exiled Poet, say, what do you see in your century?

—I see the Military Judges burn like candles, on the big Easter table.
—I see the policemen offer their blood, a sacrifice to the purity of the heavens.
—I see the continual revolution of plants and flowers.
—I see the cannonbearers of Eros.

And Creation paying for the works of the ancient Rulers shall shudder. Turmoil shall fall on Hades, and the planking shall sag under the great pressure of the sun. But before that, behold, the young shall sigh and their blood shall grow old for no reason. Prisoners with shaved heads shall strike their mess-kits on the bars. And all the factories shall empty out, and then they shall fill up again, because of requisitions, to produce dreams conserved in thousands of tim cans, and bottled natures of a thousand different varieties. And pale years shall come and years weak in their bandages. And each shall have a few grams of happiness. And the things in him shall already be beautiful ruins. Then the Poet, having no other exile where he can lament, pouring out the health of the storm from his open chest, shall return to stand amid the beautiful ruins. And the last of men shall speak his first word, that the grass grow tall, and the woman emerge from his side like a sunbeam. And again he shall worship the woman and shall lay her on the grass, according to the order of things. And dreams shall take revenge, and they shall sow generations forever and ever!

Odysseas Elytis (Nobel 1979)
THE AXION ESTI , PROPHETIC

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