The soft quem quam will be Scops the Owl conjugation of nouns, a line of enquiry, powdery stubble of the socratic prison laurels crack like parchments in the wind. who walks here in the violet dust at night by the tower of the winds and water-clocks? tapers smoke upon open coffins surely the shattered pitchers must one day revive in the gush of marble breathing up? call again softly, and again. the fresh spring empties like a vein no children spit on their reflected faces but from the blazing souk below the passive smells bread urine cooking printing-ink will tell you what the sullen races think and among the tombs gnawing of mandolines confounding sleep with carnage where strangers arrive like sleepy gods dismount at nightfall at desolate inns.
- by Lawrence Durrell40
For Diana Gould
On charts they fall like lace, Islands consuming in a sea Born dense with its own blue: And like repairing mirrors holding up Small towns and trees and rivers To the still air, the lovely air: From the clear side of springing Time, In clement places where the windmills ride, Turning over grey springs in Mykonos, In shadows with a gesture of content.
The statues of the dead here Embark on sunlight, sealed Each in her model with the sightless eyes: The modest stones of Greeks, Who gravely interrupted death by pleasure. And in harbours softly fallen The liver-coloured sails - Sharp-featured brigantines with eyes - Ride in reception so like women: The pathetic faculty of girls To register and utter desire In the arms of men upon the new-mown waters, Follow the wind, with their long shining keels Aimed across Delos at a star.
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