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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=432184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Delos</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=432184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For Diana Gould</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=432184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">On charts they fall like lace,<br>Islands consuming in a sea<br>Born dense with its own blue:<br>And like repairing mirrors holding up<br>Small towns and trees and rivers<br>To the still air, the lovely air:<br>From the clear side of springing Time,<br>In clement places where the windmills ride,<br>Turning over grey springs in Mykonos,<br>In shadows with a gesture of content.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=432184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The statues of the dead here<br>Embark on sunlight, sealed<br>Each in her model with the sightless eyes:<br>The modest stones of Greeks,<br>Who gravely interrupted death by pleasure.<br>And in harbours softly fallen<br>The liver-coloured sails -<br>Sharp-featured brigantines with eyes -<br>Ride in reception so like women:<br>The pathetic faculty of girls<br>To register and utter desire<br>In the arms of men upon the new-mown waters,<br>Follow the wind, with their long shining keels<br>Aimed across Delos at a star.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Lawrence+Durrell">Lawrence Durrell</a></strong></div>