Monday, April 16, 2012

But The Water Was Brackish

A poem - by Seferis:

Denial
by George Seferis

On the secret sea-shore
white like a pigeon
we thirsted at noon:
but the water was brackish.

On the golden sand
we wrote her name;
but the sea-breeze blew
and the writing vanished.

With what spirit, what heart,
what desire and passion
we lived our life: a mistake!
So we changed our life.