Tuesday 7b
I saw her from afar coming right toward me.
She wore canvas shoes and approached as if floating
in black and white. Even the dog who followed was
half-submerged in the black.
In truth, I've grown old waiting.
Now I comprehend too late that the closer she
came, the greater the distance, and that
we will never meet.
I saw her from afar coming right toward me.
She wore canvas shoes and approached as if floating
in black and white. Even the dog who followed was
half-submerged in the black.
In truth, I've grown old waiting.
Now I comprehend too late that the closer she
came, the greater the distance, and that
we will never meet.
—Odysseas Elytis
