2020.12.01.
The cry
The ellipse of a cryreaches from hill
to hill.
Soaring from the olive trees,
it appears as a black rainbow
above the azure night.
Ay!
Like the bow of a viol,
the cry has made the long strings
of the wind vibrate.
Ay!
(The people of the caves
hold out their oil lamps.)
Ay!