'our mind is a virgin forest of killed friends. <br />And if I talk to you with fairy tales and parables <br />it is because you listen to it more sweetly, and you can't talk of horror because it's alive <br /> <br />because it doesn't speak and moves <br />it drips the day, it drips on sleep <br />like a pain reminding of evils. <br /> <br />To speak of heroes to speak of heroes: Michalis <br />who left with open wounds from hospital <br />may have talked of heroes when, that night <br />he was dragging his foot in the blacked-out city, <br />was screaming feeling our pain 'in the dark <br />we go, in the dark we move...' <br />Heroes move in the dark. <br /> <br />G. Seferis, Teleftaios Stathmos <br />1940-1945<br /><br />Giorgos Seferis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-mind-is-a-virgin-forest-of-killed-friends/
