Mature Ears
Mature Ears
Mature fruit, free clean and in the thick fields
rich golden ear
June month, month mower to fatigue and the fire of the Sun
Spilled ear
With thin wicker loops
And wild-ears in the harsh blond haystacks
tied the dense bundles
And then Julius we are cutting,
fruit fallen In rocking and sifting
in harvesting to grind
The worm from wheat
stands out
to make the sweet bread roll
Inside the palms
Sweet bread, God's gift ......I am the bread of life, the good seedling ...... of the earth
with sacred seed fermented protoplast
well made
The Sweetest Bread
my mother caress, mother kiss
hungry people ............
on a wooden table "hot bread" share enemies and friends
bread from sun and light shared .... Bread blessed
God's wheat
The tall cars were loaded and gone
Inside the deserted and empty State remains
The hand that will paint only on the big walls BREAD AND FREEDOM (Odysseas Elytis)