And what for reason the Greek sun set behind the Halicarnassan plain
we stood there still aching that uncanny feeling
that a tea two days before had left us to carry in our heads
away from shore and turning winds
and set us face up to what seemed a desert
but at evenings both there passed a m ore beseeching mouth us – the moon
and of white cheeks and wrists I smiled she too awoke
days fighting ourselves forward: Tel-Aviv 60 km. More