Stoop if you can to the dark sea forgetting <br />The sound of a flute to naked feet <br />That trod in your sleep in the other the sunken life <br />Write if you can on your last shell <br />The day the name the place <br />And cast it to sink in the sea. <br /> <br />From 'Gymnopaedia'<br /><br />Giorgos Seferis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/santorin/
