George Seferis, ‘On a Ray of Winter Light’
[text ID: Years ago you said: / ‘Essentially I’m a matter of light.’ / And still today when you lean on the broad shoulders of sleep / or even when they anchor you / to the sea’s drowsy breast / you look for crannies where the blackness / has worn thin and has no resistance, / groping you search for the lance— / the lance destined to pierce your heart / and lay it open to the light. end ID]

















