Friday, November 12, 2010

Poetry Friday

Because, suddenly, the weather is warm and humid and I'm thinking of the sea...


Stoop if you can to the dark sea forgetting
The sound of a flute to naked feet
That trod in your sleep in the other the sunken life
Write if you can on your last shell
The day the name the place
And cast it to sink in the sea.

From 'Gymnopaedia'
Giorgos Seferis


  1. I did get a little darker as I read forward.

    The thing I first noticed in this excerpt was the handling of the poem was the alliteration. That it is in translation makes this an even greater accomplishment than it seems. Thank you for this.

  2. Dark, yes, but in such a beautiful way! Thanks for visiting.