SOUNION AT SUNSET

 
         Poetry...  to the sea.
         Its pages on the steeps
         below the cliffs...

                                           what little word
                                           can speak its noise
                                           of things as this?

         As this:

                        that lie in deeps
                        beneath the rocks
                        or space above the air

                        or temples old
                        whose beaten blocks
                        still stand upon the why.
 

          While all around, the wind...

          as though some horn to blow
          across the day,
                     they come to hear

                                                           the sun to slip
                                                           and drink its last

                                                                    ... the years.

Cape Sounion: southern-most point of the Attican mainland,
Greece; topped by the broken columns of the Temple of
Poseidon... where once Lord Byron hoped to carve his own
initials into an immortality beyond time and poetry.