XI
Sometimes your blood froze like the moon
in the inexhaustible night your blood
spread its white wings over
the black rocks, the shapes of trees and
the houses
with a bit of light from our childhood years.
George Seferis- Collected Poems
XI
Sometimes your blood froze like the moon
in the inexhaustible night your blood
spread its white wings over
the black rocks, the shapes of trees and
the houses
with a bit of light from our childhood years.
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