George Seferis – Collected Poems

STROPHE

Moment, sent by a hand

that I had so much loved

you reached me almost at dusk

like a black dove.

The road shone before me

soft breath of sleep

at the end of a secret feast

moment, grain of sand,

that you alone kept

the tragic clepsydra whole

silent, as though it had seen Hydra

in the heavenly orchard.

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