A haunting poem, Vassilis. Cicadas aren't common where we are. First time I heard them was along the Kansas River near Lawrence. I've dreamt about them several times since. Must be that thrumming underground....
Just as a Greek summer is unimaginable without cicadas, so is Modern Greek poetry inconceivable without Seferis. To give you a representative picture of both, here is that wonderful poem "The Thrush" accompanied by Seferis' letter to George Katsimbalis on "The Thrush".
Thrilling, Vassilis, thrilling.
ReplyDeleteA haunting poem, Vassilis. Cicadas aren't common where we are. First time I heard them was along the Kansas River near Lawrence. I've dreamt about them several times since. Must be that thrumming underground....
ReplyDeleteTom and Joe,
ReplyDeleteJust as a Greek summer is unimaginable without cicadas, so is Modern Greek poetry inconceivable without Seferis. To give you a representative picture of both, here is that wonderful poem "The Thrush" accompanied by Seferis' letter to George Katsimbalis on "The Thrush".
Thanks again!