June 11, 2019 George Seferis Poetry Quote

We returned to our homes broken, limbs incapable, mouths cracked by the tastes of rust and brine. when we woke we traveled towards the north, strangers plunged into mist by the immaculate wings of swans that wounded us. On winter nights the strong wind from the east maddened us, in the summers we were lost in the agony of days that couldn’t die.

We brought back these carved reliefs of a humble art.

—George Seferis, Mythistorema

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