poet Giorgos Seferis

Giorgos Seferis

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Giorgos or George Seferis was the pen name of Geōrgios Seferiádēs. He was one of the most important Greek poets of the 20th century, and a Nobel laureate. He was also a career diplomat in the Greek Foreign Service, culminating in his appointment as Ambassador to the UK, a post which he held from 1957 to 1962.

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Seferis was born in Urla (Greek: Βουρλά) near Smyrna in Asia Minor, Ottoman Empire (now İzmir, Turkey). His father, Stelios Seferiadis, was a lawyer, and later a professor at the University of Athens, as well as a poet and translator in his own right. He was also a staunch Venizelist and a supporter of the demotic Greek language over the formal, official ... more »

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  • Magdalena (1/27/2020 4:14:00 PM)

    What is meant by marbles? The marbles (those glass spheres we play with as children) - or the marble (the rock) ?
    I have come across a German translation where it is interpreted as the rock. I have seen both versions in English. Does anyone know? I do not know the Greek version, and I don't speak Greek.

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  • Mantasha Sameer Shaikh (10/6/2018 7:57:00 AM)

    Plz translant in hindi

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  • Bozhidar Pangelov (5/14/2010 10:22:00 AM)

    Comparisons are inappropriate. Is a unique feeling when you're at sea and from the Balkan Peninsula.

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  • Lamont Palmer (3/15/2006 1:58:00 PM)

    I have was just introduced to this poet yesterday. He is no doubt on par with Eliot, Pound, Stevens, and Hart Crane.

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Best Poem of Giorgos Seferis

Santorini - The Naked Child

Bend if you can to the dark sea forgetting
the flute's sound on naked feet
that trod your sleep in the other, the sunken life.

Write if you can on your last shell
the day the place the name
and fling it into the sea so that it sinks.

We found ourselves naked on the pumice stone
watching the rising islands
watching the red islands sink
into their sleep, into our sleep.
Here we found ourselves naked, holding
the scales that tipped toward injustice.

Instep of power, unshadowed will, considered love,
projects that ripen in th emidday ...

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