THURSDAYI saw her die many timessometimes crying in my armssometimes in a stranger’s armssometimes alone, naked;in this way, she lived with me.Now I know, at last, that nothing exists furtherand I wait.If I grieve, it is my personal matterlike the feelings for simple things as theseand as they say we have gone beyond them;and yet […]
George Seferis – Collected Poems
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