Summer Solstice IX
You spoke of things they did not see
and they laughed.
But you row the dark river
upon the waters;
you take the unknown road
blindly, stubborn
and search for deeprooted words
like a multiknotted olive tree –
let them laugh.
And you may crave to inhabit another world
in daily stifling loneliness
in this obliterated now –
Let them be.
The sea winds and the dew at dawn
are there with no one asking.
George Seferis – Θερινὸ Ἡλιοστάσι Θ´/ Summer Solstice IX
