George Seferis – Collected Poems


                   Bottle in the sea

Three rocks, a few burnt up pines, a lonely chapel

and a bit higher

the same landscape is repeated

three rusted rocks in the shape of a gate

a few black and yellow burnt up pines

and a square little house, buried in whitewash

and still higher, many times over

the same landscape reappears level after level

to the horizon, to the sky at sundown.

Here we moored the ship to splice the broken oars

to drink some water and to sleep.

The sea that embittered us is deep and unexplored

and unfolds a boundless serenity.

Here among the pebbles we found a coin

and we threw the dice for it.

The youngest won it and disappeared.

We sailed away again with our broken oars.

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