Of darkness and imperfect sights was born, <br />With astronomical accuracy you might say, <br />Of barren, primordial rocks, <br />In unsuspecting barbaric legacy, <br />Circumference kissed by the Sea. <br />Then Spring came - disfigured still, <br />Upon a curving sky of Time, the Titan gods befallen. <br />The Hour was ripe for the invaders. <br />Attracted by the blue boundaries of ocean rivers, <br />And forests of olive trees - hill after hill, <br />In concert with a friendly sky and orchestrations of harmony, <br />And so they stayed. <br />Pounded with iron and bronze. <br />Islands, mountains, plains, <br />Pounded the Earth Awakened, <br />from Crete to Macedonia, <br />Reflecting the will of men who knew no fear. <br />Monuments of rocks they made, <br />In shapes and forms unknown, <br />Greatness unleashed profusely, <br />The laws of nature arrested, unwoven, deciphered, paper-bound, <br />With geometrical symbols and undisputed logic. <br />Beyond the Pillars of Hercules thy ventured, <br />And the blue vineyards of Latin Seas, <br />Beyond the plains of Ethiopia, Africa circumnavigated. <br />To set the course for all mankind.<br /><br />George Pararas-Carayannis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-birth-of-the-doric-nation/
