Theodore Stephanides
Corfu Poem
We sat beneath the silent stars of heaven
Upon a rock the sun had scorched all day.
And felt within us and around the leaven
Of Night's reprieve to life. Below us lay
A blackness where the wavelets stirred and rippled,
Unseen, along a darkened beach; but soon,
Lit by a brightening sky, their crests were stippled
With silver spores sown by a rising moon
Until the quickened sea became a flowering
Of living quivering silver.

The night
Thrilled us once more with awe for, from a grove
Of cypresses that crowned the headland towering
Across the bay, a shepherd's piping wove
A tune of high thin threads of shivering light.

(from "Autumn Gleanings: Corfu Memoirs and Poems")

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