The sea, the sea, who will be able to drain it dry?
—George Seferis, from “Mythistorema”
In this small house
On the bluff that is being
Inexorably eaten away,
—George Seferis, from “Mythistorema”
In this small house
On the bluff that is being
Inexorably eaten away,
In front of the large bay window
Letting in the light,
Pray your eyes take in
As much as they can
Before running out
And down to the strand,
Your hands cupped
Round your ears so you can hear clearly
The world’s beckoning, inexhaustible
Song.
Round your ears so you can hear clearly
The world’s beckoning, inexhaustible
Song.