Monday, March 4, 2013


  Caïque in the wind's center,
  sails hauled in bow-taut,
  tiller swung into the final tack
  against the bare blue mountains.

   And the heaven-coursing howl that swamped
   rigging, backstays, the yard
   -- dolphins in pursuit all the way --
   strummed her over the waves: an upright lyre.

Angelos Sikelianos
Selected Poems
Edmund Keeley and
  Philip Sherrard, translation
Princeton University Press, 1979©

California, 3 March

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