Seferis George
Denial
On the secret seashore
and white like a dove
we thirsted in midday;
but the water stiff.
On the blonde sand
we wrote her name;
how beautifully the breeze has blown
and the script was erased.
With what a heart, with what a breath,
what desires and what passion
we lived our life; mistake!
and we changed life.
and white like a dove
we thirsted in midday;
but the water stiff.
On the blonde sand
we wrote her name;
how beautifully the breeze has blown
and the script was erased.
With what a heart, with what a breath,
what desires and what passion
we lived our life; mistake!
and we changed life.
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