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The Poetry of Lambros Porphyras: A Selection 65 PRAYER FOR PAPADIAMANTIS'S SOUL My Christ, grant him the joy, the only one his soul, out of nostalgia, could ask of you up there; work the miracle and let him live, as he lived, in a place which somehow might resemble his island. Let the rocky cliffs be deeply hollowed, let the sea pile seaweed on the sandy shore, and side by side at the beach, tied and tired, let the poor caiques of Skiathos creak softly. Let there be old island women and young girls— those dead whose sad stories he told us— let the old women spin the flax, sitting by the door, and the mimosas blossom beside the windows. Then let there be olive trees and cypress trees— let them bow down and worship the dim light, let the chapels await him in the fields and their bells far away let angels ring. Grant him, my Christ, the last joy, to see again the life so familiar to him by the seashore; ah ! so innocently, so simply and purely he has sung it that it deserves to be sanctified on high along with him... —translated by Athan Anagnostopoulos
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