Leaves like rusty tin for the desolate mind that has seen the end- the barest glimmerings. Leaves aswirl with gulls made wild by winter. — Giorgos Seferis Copy Share Image
Leaves like rusty tin for the desolate mind that has seen the end- the barest glimmerings. Leaves aswirl with gulls made wild by winter. — Giorgos Seferis Copy Share Image
Like a bird with broken wing that has traveled through wind for years . . . I sleep and my heart stays awake . . . — Giorgos Seferis Copy Share Image
And if the soul Is to know itself It is into a soul That it must look: The stranger and the enemy, we've seen… — Giorgos Seferis Copy Share Image
“In our gradually shrinking world, everyone is in need of all the others. We must look for man wherever we can find him. When… — Giorgos Seferis Copy Share Image
For poetry there exists neither large countries nor small. Its domain is in the heart of all men. — Giorgos Seferis Copy Share Image
You spoke about things they couldn't see and so they laughed. Yet to row up the dark river against the current, to take the… — Giorgos Seferis Copy Share Image
I think the Swedish Academy wished to manifest its solidarity with the living spirit of Greece today. — Giorgos Seferis Copy Share Image
Every man of action has a strong dose of egoism, pride, hardness, and cunning. But all those things will be regarded as high qualities… — Giorgos Seferis Copy Share Image
