“My old friend, what are you looking for? After years abroad you’ve come back with images you’ve nourished under foreign skies far from you own country.’ ‘I’m looking for my old garden; the trees come to my waist and the… — George Seferis Copy Share Image
“My vantage point must have been somewhere between our little house and the steamer jetty. The sea was exceptionally calm. Lit up by a sun that you could have taken down and put in your knapsack. Everything: Mooring rings on the harbor wall, piles of timber, the arches of the houses, caiques, windows – all of them were faithful, in… — George Seferis Copy Share
“And a soul if it is to know itself must look into its own soul: the stranger and enemy, we've seen him in the… — George Seferis Copy Share Image
“My old friend, what are you looking for? After years abroad you’ve come back with images you’ve nourished under foreign skies far from you… — George Seferis Copy Share Image
“Old friend, what are you looking for? After those many years abroad you come With images you tended Under Foreign Skies Far away from… — George Seferis Copy Share Image
