January 25, 2012

pine-eyes



I went out for new wounds
that might float on the old like water-lilies

(In the ancient sea that I knew

the world will now have sunk
with its two slanting masts out of the water

And I, as if real, will still be writing).

Odysseus Elytis
"Journal of an unseen April"
page 45
&
Marumiyan

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