Yannis Ritsos
17. THE EARTH was watered with light. You can't tell the light and the earth apart.
We are our dreams.
The windows opened and the flowers marched in like a cheerful army with red drums and golden trumpets, coming back from yesterday's garden to today's kindness.
The fence was so covered in green, you could no longer see that it was a fence.
In Spring's blond braids small blue lilies sprang up.
And as much as they cried the day before yesterday, they remembered today that they're still young and they laugh because they cried.
from Midday Summer Dream (1938) [Collected Poems: Alpha ---pg 349]
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