Giorgos Seferis

(13 March 1900 - 20 September 1971 / Izmir)

Lost Worlds - Poem by Giorgos Seferis

How can you gather together
the thousand fragments
of each person?
What's wrong with the rudder?
The boat inscribes circles
and there's not a single gull.
The world sinks:
hang on, it'll leave you
alone in the sun.
You write:
the ink grew less,
the sea increases.
The body that hoped to flower like a branch,
to bear fruit, to become like a flute in the frost —
imagination has thrust it into a noisy bee-hive
so that musical time can come and torture it.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 14, 2006

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