This place of ours is ⋮ sky.

This place of ours is closed, entirely mountains
capped over night and day by a low sky

George Seferis, from the poem “Mythistorema” (a kind of “mythic-history”), part 10 (1935)

Ο τόπος μας είναι κλειστός όλο βουνά
που έχουν σκεπή το χαμηλό ουρανό μέρα και νύχτα

George Seferis was awarded the 1963 Nobel Prize in Literature.

Taken from the essay titled “From Space to Place: Tracing Geographies of Coexistence” written by Orestis Andreadakis for the Thessaloniki International Film Festival publication Reflections.

A ballad ⋮ beloved.

A life ⋮ forever here.

A mutilated ⋮ death.

All ⋮ in and of itself.

All that I ⋮ back.

An all-round driver of ⋮ systems.

An earthquake ⋮ himself.

An opportunity⋮ precedes syntax.

And ⋮ the land.

Are you afraid ⋮ comrade.

Banana falls ⋮ over.

Betrayal comes from ⋮ another.

Boughs ⋮ like ink (Egyptian).

But rejection ⋮ at night.

Don’t ⋮ bare, bereft.

Down on the ⋮ floor.

Each night, ⋮ tears.

For better or ⋮ return.

Ghost boy ⋮ killer.

I am ⋮ weeping.

I asked him ⋮ to dance more.

I come ⋮ cover up.

I find a plaque ⋮ fascinating.

Inside ⋮ its warm embrace.

It is ⋮ everything.

Let me ⋮ never come.

Like ⋮ the smell of earth.

Look now ⋮ and grow tame.

Me – the material ⋮ necessity.

Miss! Pride and ⋮ bows.

Nightmarish forest of ⋮ our own.

Noon ⋮ lies ahead.

Painting ⋮ with the body.

Plunged in ⋮ our gaze.

Rose-like ⋮ all the flowers.

The catharsis ⋮ of proportion.

The difference ⋮ is absurdity.

The migratory moves ⋮ immense.

The things ⋮ now behind.

This here ⋮ (from Brazil.)

This place of ours is ⋮ sky.

Today ⋮ forever more.

What ⋮ everyone will say.

Words ⋮ seem unrecognisable.