Have you a house cellar
Where these people hide?
A man paces up and down,
Children crouch
Where the walls are words.
Women shift the skirts
Bunching on hunger and air
Clogs the mouth of song.
A few syllables
Sporadic as sleep'
A blanket caught on
An indescribable wound.
For you...
Up and down the pace
As nothing sets you free
From a house with a cellar

Who was it wrote there
"Muslim in my blood forever."
As a wound
Pumped out the red ink
On the closed doors
Of the food store.
"A wild dog on the loose"
Newsprint......

A portrait of a dog
With the editor's verdict.

Have you got it now ?

He cures all curses
This sham, with the use
Of mirrors' reflection.
He cures neurotics
Because he is the master
Of self-indulgence.
He cures the sad:
"Don't Cry Baby,"
Hoicks up the time-table,
And cures those bitches
Of vindictive heat ;
He cures the insecure
Giving them lust,
Lust for life,
Wanderlust.
He whistles in the teeth of the wind
He roars on the lip of the wave
He is the sailor the oceans enjoy
He passes up receding light beams
He is the quantum mass of light signals
From the street and the vehicles.
He comes in, so he does,
He says, "Give me your torment
I will apply it
And open the eyes of the blind."

All things pass away

We forgot our heroic dispute with the Eumenides
we fell asleep, they thought we were dead and they
fled shouting
"yiou! yiou!pououou....pax!"
cursing the gods that protect us.
GEORGE SEFERIS