Giorgos or George Seferis was the pen name of Geōrgios Seferiádēs. He was one of the most important Greek poets of the 20th century, and a Nobel laureate. He was also a career diplomat in the Greek Foreign Service, culminating in his appointment as Ambassador to the UK, a post which he held from 1957 to 1962.
Seferis was born in Urla (Greek: Βουρλά) near Smyrna in Asia Minor, Ottoman Empire (now İzmir, Turkey). His father, Stelios Seferiadis, was a lawyer, and later a professor at the University of Athens, as well as a poet and translator in his own right. He was also a staunch Venizelist and a supporter of the demotic Greek language over the formal, official ... more »
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Giorgos Seferis Poems
The Leaf of the Poplar
It trembled so, the wind set it sailing it trembled so, how could it not yield to the wind far beyond the sea
In The Sea Caves
In the sea caves there's a thirst there's a love there's an ecstasy all hard like shells
On the secret seashore white like a pigeon we thirsted at noon; but the water was brackish.
Santorini - The naked child
Bend if you can to the dark sea forgetting the flute's sound on naked feet that trod your sleep in the other, the sunken life.
How can you gather together the thousand fragments of each person? What's wrong with the rudder?
Just a little more
Just a little more And we shall see the almond trees in blossom The marbles shining in the sun The sea, the curling waves.
Interval of Joy
We were happy all that morning Ο God how happy. First the stones the leaves and the flowers shone and then the sun
Flowers Of The Rock
Flowers of the rock facing the green sea with veins that reminded me of other loves glowing in the slow fine rain, flowers of the rock, figures
our mind is a virgin forest of killed fr...
'our mind is a virgin forest of killed friends. And if I talk to you with fairy tales and parables it is because you listen to it more sweetly, and you can't talk of horror because it's alive
Ephemeral issue of a vicious daemon and a harsh fate, why do you force me to speak of things that it would be better for you not to know. SILENUS TO MIDAS*
This sun was mine and yours; we shared it. Who's suffering behind the golden silk, who's dying? A woman beating her dry breasts cried out; `Cowards, they've taken my children and torn them to shreds, you've
The King Of Asine
All morning long we looked around the citadel* starting from the shaded side, there where the sea, green and without luster—breast of a slain peacock— received us like time without an opening in it.
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The Leaf of the Poplar
It trembled so, the wind set it sailing
it trembled so, how could it not yield to the wind
an island in the sun
and hand gripping oars
dying the last stroke at the sighting of port
tired eyes closing
like sea anemones
It trembled so much
I sought it so much
in the shade of the eucalyptus
Spring to Autumn
bare in the close woods
my God I sought it