George Seferis – Collected Poems



Who heard at high noon

the knife’s hiss on the sharpening stone?

Who was the rider who came

with the kindling and the torch?

Everyone washes his hands

and freshens them up.

And who disembowelled the woman the baby and the house?

There is no one guilty smoke.

Who run away

with horseshoes striking the flagstones?

They did away with their eyes; they’re blind.

There are no witnesses anymore, to anything


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