Though no past shall ever be
Perfect, we thought we knew
Enough about it to keep us hopeful,
Unraveling its myriad rules, ever mindful
Of how we were told not
To look upon ourselves
As exceptions, lest the sovereign sun melt
Our golden rule.
Vassilis,
ReplyDeleteUnraveling the myriad golden rules... for further clues.
Your five Mythistorema posts worked like little Watsons, tonight. I've searched 'em all!
"They seek him here/ They seek him there/ They seek him everywhere," as was once said of the Scarlet Pimpernel.
You've helped me home in on the light, once again.
Seferis set to music brings one even closer to the light.
ReplyDeleteVassilis,
ReplyDeleteAs close as I could get to it:
Nikos Xylouris sings Seferis' poem Stratis Thalassinos on the Dead Sea.
A gravity and solemnity hinting of depths of feeling buried "many fathoms below the surface".
Tom,
ReplyDeleteAmazingly close enough:
Eleni and I were at Agios Sostis on a Clean Monday two years ago with another couple--brilliant morning sunshine, a nippy breeze, the women gathering wild greens and the men spending an invigorating 30 minutes swimming in the icy waters before heading off to Taki's restaurant in Limeni itself for some tsipouro and accompanying fishy hors d'oeuvres--
the perfect way to start Lent.