The dark ardent desire I search for
in this sea of light and hope,
the desire to be the star child
that once felt he was an angel's dream,
brought me here, like a drifting vessel,
to your port of knife-edged ashes,
moon over the blue Aegean, dormant fire
like the bird that rises after burning.

Island from the sky, born from flames,
green wasteland, fertile in slaughter,
I wanted you so, I loved you so,
that before I took your abysses
I wanted you as you are, daughter of dawn
with vineyards clinging to life,
cliffs like blades, shores of cold lava,
where man, the same as the rocks, sings and cries.
Translated by D. Sam Abrams