Bitter Lemons
- nourluna
- Aug 5
- 1 min read
In a island of bitter lemons
Where the moon’s cool fevers burn
From the dark globes of the fruit
And the dry grass underfoot
Tortures memory and revises
Habits half a lifetime dead
Better leave the rest unsaid
Beauty, darkness, vehemence
Let of old sea-nurses keep
Their memorials of sleep
And the Greek sea’s curly head
Keep its calms like tears unshed
Keep its calms like tears unshed
poem by lawrence durrell, 1957
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