War Symphony (Act III)-Odes Of Ecstasy

I sink in bottomeless seas "Confutatis maledictis, Flammis acribus addictis: Voca me cum benedictis. Oro supplex et acclinis, Cor contritum quasi cinis: Gere curam mei finis". "We are like certain rickety guitars Whenever the wind passes through, it sets Astir our verses and their dissonant sounds From the slack strings that dangle down Like watch chains We are like certain incredible antennae That with long finger reach into the void As on their tips the infinite resounds But quickly they shall snap and trumble down" [Poetry by Kostas Kariotakis] [translation by Kimon Friar]