I’ve never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life. FERNANDO PESSOA

Wednesday, 5 September 2007

Wounded

Giorgos Seferis, the Greek poet, wrote: Wherever I go Greece wounds me. Wounded by beauty? Wounded by love? Wounded by death? All 3, I think...

1 comment:

am said...

Thanks for the link for Giorgos Seferis.