Interval of Joy

Interval of Joy by George Seferis

We were happy all that morning Ο God how happy. First the stones the leaves and the flowers shone and then the sun a huge sun all thorns but so very high in the heavens. Α Nymph was gathering our cares and hanging them on the trees a forest of Judas trees. Cupids and satyrs were singing and playing and rosy limbs could be glimpsed amid black laurel the flesh of young children. We were happy all that morning; the abyss was a closed well οn which the tender foot of a young faun stamped do you remember its laughter: how happy we were! And then clouds rain and the damp earth; you stopped laughing when you reclined in the hut, and opened your large eyes and gazed on the archangel wielding a fiery sword 'Ι cannot explain it, ' you said, 'Ι cannot explain it, ' Ι find people impossible to understand however much they may play with colors they are all black.

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