The marbles shining in the sun
The sea, the curling waves.
Just a little more
Let us rise just a little higher.
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In the sea caves
there’s an ecstasyall hard like shellsyou can hold them in your palm.In the sea cavesfor whole days I gazed into your eyesand I didn’t know you nor did you know me.Untitled poem drawn from the Book of Exercises. All translations by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard
Bend if you can to the dark sea forgetting
that trod your sleep in the other, the sunken life.Write if you can on your last shellthe day the place the nameand fling it into the sea so that it sinks.We found ourselves naked on the pumice stonewatching the rising islandswatching the red islands sinkinto their sleep, into our sleep.Here we found ourselves naked, holdingthe…
On the secret seashore
we thirsted at noon;but the water was brackish.On the golden sandwe wrote her name;but the sea-breeze blewand the writing vanished.With what spirit, what heart,what desire and passionwe lived our life: a mistake!So we changed our life.
On Pelion among the chestnut trees the Centaur’s shirt
as I climbed the slope and the sea came after meclimbing too like mercury in a thermometer till we found the mountain waters.On Santorini touching islands that were sinkinghearing a pipe play somewhere on the pumice stonemy hand was nailed to the gunwale by an arrow shot suddenlyfrom the confines of a vanished youth.At Mycenae…
We were happy all that morning
First the stones the leaves and the flowers shoneand then the suna huge sun all thorns but so very high in the heavens.Α Nymph was gathering our cares and hanging them on the treesa forest of Judas trees.Cupids and satyrs were singing and playingand rosy limbs could be glimpsed amid black laurelthe flesh of young…
Whether it’s dusk
the jasmin staysalways white.