Do you know the flowing hair that wrote the wind? The glances that ran parallel with time? The silence that understood itself? — Odysseus Elytis, from “Windows Toward The Fifth Season,” trans. Kimon Friar, The Collected Poems of Odysseus Elytis (Johns Hopkins University, 1997)
If a separate personal Paradise exists for each of us, mine must be irreparably planted with trees of words which the wind silvers like poplars, by people who see their confiscated justice given back, and by birds that even in the midst of truth of death insist on singing in Greek and saying eros, eros,… Continue reading Odysseus Elytis
I like to begin where winds shake the first branch. ― Odysseus Elytis, Open Papers. (Copper Canyon Press, October 1, 1994)
This, I thought, is how great visionaries and poets see everything–as if for the first time. Each morning they see a new world before their eyes; they do not really see it, they create it. — Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek. (1964) Directed by Michael Cacoyannis
Man cannot sprout wings unless he has first reached the brink of the abyss! — ― Nikos Kazantzakis, The Last Temptation of Christ. (Simon & Schuster; Reprint edition March 1, 1998) Originally published 1952.
The glow and beauty of the stars are nothing near the splendid moon when in her roundness she burns silver about the world. — Sappho, “133, FULL MOON,” The Classical Greek Reader. Trans. Willis Barnstone. (Oxford University Press; 1 edition, August 13, 1998)
Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess– so she strikes our eyes! — Homer, from The Iliad. Composed around 800-725 B.C. and written down sometime between 725 and 675 B.C.