ROSES IN THE WINDOW
The purpose of our life is not depravity. There are infinitely lovelier things than this statuesque presence of the bygone epic. The purpose of our life is our incomplete mass. The purpose of our life is the effective acceptance of our life and of our every wish in all places for all instants in every fervent sifting of things that are. The purpose of our life is the branded hide of our existence.
— Andreas Embirikos, from ΥΨΙΚΑΜΙΝΟΣ (1935), tr. by C. A. Corbell