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George Seferis
And yet we should consider how we go forward. …
The flowering sea and the mountains in the moon’s waning …
‘The nightingales won’t let you sleep in Platres.’ …
Oil on limbs, …
The skyscrapers of New York will never know the coolness that comes down on Kifisia …
The angel — …
This sun was mine and yours; we shared it. …
Since we still had some hardtack …
All morning long we looked around the citadel …
The day was cloudy. No one could come to a decision; …