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The Poetry of Lambros Porphyras: A Selection 57 LIGHT IN THE STORM Little island steady in the light and it travels slowly in the calm; hardly do you hear the splashing on the shore like the fading sound of a boat's wake. On the land, in its bay, the sails of windmills and caiques unfold in the wind, as dawn comes down the mountain with her dim lamp in her hand. And now see it in the storm through misty waves which build in mid-air their towers with foam, one instant, then tear them down again. See it in the vast fog where ships lose their way, and the poor lighted windows peer like eyes, wild with fear. And look ! An island woman dressed in black climbs to the chapel on the rock, and in the storm which drags her, rises as though born from its blackness. Ah, woman in black, you who go alone to kindle a light at the iconostasis for him whom you love at sea, perhaps one ray will reach him. Ah, you woman in black, grieving and alone, let my soul come near you, unseen, following your slow steps; take it, too, over the waves And in the chapel between the sea and sky, at the brink of the cliff, let them both together light a sleepless vigil candle for Peace and Love. —translated by Georgia Theophillis Noble
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