Couple Quotes : THE MAD POMEGRANATE TREE, Odysseus Elytis In these all-white courtyards where t...

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THE MAD POMEGRANATE TREE, Odysseus Elytis In these all-white courtyards where the south wind blows Whistling through vaulted arcades, tell me, is it the mad pomegranate tree That leaps in the light, scattering its fruitful laughter With windy wilfulness and whispering, tell me, is it the mad pomegranate tree That quivers with foliage newly born at dawn Raising high its colors in a shiver of triumph? On plains where the naked girls awake, When they harvest clover with their light brown arms Roaming round the borders of their dreams — tell me, is it the mad pomegranate tree, Unsuspecting, that puts the lights in their verdant baskets That floods their names with the singing of birds — tell me Is it the mad pomegranate tree that combats the cloudy skies of the world? On the day that it adorns itself in jealousy with seven kinds of feathers, Girding the eternal sun with a thousand blinding prisms Tell me, is it the mad pomegranate tree That seizes on the run a horse’s mane of a hundred lashes, Never sad and never grumbling — tell me, is it the mad pomegranate tree That cries out the new hope now dawning? Tell me, is that the mad pomegranate tree waving in the distance, Fluttering a handkerchief of leaves of cool flame, A sea near birth with a thousand ships and more, With waves that a thousand times and more set out and go To unscented shores — tell me, is it the mad pomegranate tree That creaks the rigging aloft in the lucid air? High as can be, with the blue bunch of grapes that flares and celebrates Arrogant, full of danger — tell me, is it the mad pomegranate tree That shatters with light the demon’s tempests in the middle of the world That spreads far as can be the saffron ruffle of day Richly embroidered with scattered songs — tell me, is it the mad pomegranate tree That hastily unfastens the silk apparel of day? In petticoats of April the first and cicadas of the feast of mid-August Tell me, that which plays, that which rages, that which can entice Shaking out of threats their evil black darkness Spilling in the sun’s embrace intoxicating birds Tell me, that which opens its wings on the breast of things On the breast of our deepest dreams, is that the mad pomegranate tree?

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