Having loved and lived for centuries in the sea, I learned writing and reading.

So now I can look back deeply into the successive generations, like one mountain begins before the other ends.

To look ahead and see the same again:

The deep dark bottle and the new one on the arm.

Eleni with her side on the lime.

To fill the half of her body with wine of Panagia 

which is already fleeing to Asia across.

And the embroidery all shifted in the sky 

with the yellowish birds and the suns.