Sea of Cyprus
Translated By Peter J. King & Andrea Christofidou
Translated from the Greek
Don’t summon me, don’t summon me.
I can’t withstand your briny call.
The gulls go scudding by, the boat’s entangled
in your fragrant seaweed hair.
Forgotten in the hold the urns
of fossil fruits and centuries.
Wave, you bring wise tidings
from the ages and the depths.
But I am searching for the compass
as the gulls go scudding by.
Don’t summon me, don’t summon me.
Notes:
Read the translator's note by Peter J. King.
Source: Poetry (October 2025)