Helen

Shy nightingale, in the breathing of the leaves,
you who bestow the forest's musical coolness
on the sundered bodies, on the souls
of those who know they will not return.

by Giorgos Seferis Click to read full poem

Comments about Helen

Edward Kofi Louis 11 Sep 2017 02:23
Who grope in the darkness! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Sabita Sahoo 11 Sep 2017 11:42
messengers coming to tell him that so much suffering, so much life, went into the abyss all for an empty tunic, all for a Helen. Nicely penned. Thanks poet. 10
Kumarmani Mahakul 11 Sep 2017 07:58
A nice episode from Greek Mythology has been presented here amazingly with a fine construction. Thanks and congratulations to his soul for being selected as the poem of the day.
Georgios Venetopoulos 11 Sep 2017 05:13
I do not consider this composition a good poem. And the translation is poor.
Pranab K Chakraborty 11 Sep 2017 01:30
She whom we hunted so many years by the banks of the Scamander. She was there, at the desert's lip; I touched her; she spoke to me: ‘It isn't true, it isn't true, ' she cried........................................................................................... Such romantic sighs we can hear if go through he whole. A nice beam of light exposed by words. Good sent, thanks to PH.
Rajnish Manga 11 Sep 2017 01:26
An amazing episode from Greek Mythology which presents Helen of Troy in a new light. Thanks.