Neo-Hellene Poets, an Anthology of Modern Greek Poetry, 1750-2018


I saw a far-off country in my peaceful dream,

a land whose beauty no soul can describe,

that seized my mind and made me leave my meager village

and promised myself I there alone would settle.

A foolish youth I started, spellbound by the beauty

of my dream, and passed through lands hemmed in by water

and others clothed with shining plains and hillsides,

but still the land I longed for receded, always further off.

The passersby I met urged me to settle.

This is a beauteous land, stay here, they said.

Yes, I replied, your land is good, my friends,

but not the one I dream of, which is far away.

Leave me to travel slowly,

alone to pass the plains and mountains.

Perhaps one day I’ll reach it but even if I don’t,

don’t ever ask me, brothers, anywhere to settle.


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