Stoop if you can to the dark sea forgetting
The sound of a flute to naked feet
That trod in your sleep in the other the sunken life
Write if you can on your last shell
The day the name the place
And cast it to sink in the sea.
From 'Gymnopaedia'
Giorgos Seferis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/santorin/
