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On the secret seashore white like a pigeon we thirsted at noon: but the water was brackish. “ΑΡΝΗΣΗ” (“Denial”), George Seferis trans. Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard   I’ve been thinking of this post ever since I heard the policewoman’s statement about … Continue reading →