and the quarries of Sicily.
He liked seashore caves and pictures of the sea.
He saw man's veins
as a net the gods made to catch us in like wild beasts:
he tried to pierce it.
He was a sour man, his friends were few;
when the time came he was torn to pieces by dogs.
Yorgos Seferis, Collected Poems (1922 - 1955), Edmund Kelley e Philip Sherrard (trad., ed., e intr.), Princeton University Press, 1971.