Geri
He was a Grecian lad, who coming homeWith pulpy figs and wine from SicilyStood at his galley’s prow, and let the foamBlow through his crisp brown curls unconsciously,And holding wave and wind in boy’s despitePeered from his dripping seat across the wet and stormy night.Charmides and Other Poems (Tanıtım Bülteninden) )
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