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and again
A n d with our funeral song
as w e follow the dead home,
w e shall cool the black sun
of a wild, unsleeping passion.
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As pines
keep the shape of the wind
even when the wind hasfledand is no longer there,
so words
guard the shape of m a n
even when m a n hasfledand is no longer there.
The third poem begins with the eve of the longest day. An
initial vision of the world as threshing-floor gives way to a
sequence of nightmares of the sterility of modern life (one is
reminded that Seferis was a contemporary and friend of T. S.
Eliot)—"The land is ceaselessly desiccated—an earthen jar".
A s he stands in his small garden in Athens the poet asks the
question—how to write in such a ruined time? H e finds that
answer in an acceptance of self and acceptance of his country's
stony ground:
Accept w h o you are.
the poem,
do not cast it d o w n under the thick plane trees;
nourish it with the earth and rock you have.
For better things—
dig the same ground to find them.
The last section of the third poem brings us to the full noon of
the s u m m e r solstice, for the Greeks the Feast of St John
Lambrophoros, "bringer of light". I would like to read from the
two concluding poems. F r o m the first:
The ghosts of d a w n
blew through the dry shells;
the bird sang out thrice and thrice only:
the lizard on the white stone
sits motionless,
watching the scorched grass
there where an adder glides.
A black wing drags a deep cut
high across the d o m e of blue s k y —
watch: it will open
Birth pang of resurrection.
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