Giorgos Seferis

We were happy all that morningÏ God how happy
First the stones the leaves and the flowers shoneand then the suna huge sun all thorns but so very high in the heavens
Á Nymph was gathering our cares and hanging them on the treesa forest of...

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 killed them gazing at the fire-f...