Bitter Lemons by Lawrence Durrell


Cloudy, rainy weather. Winter ante portas. Hot coffee and the wonderful autobiographical book by Lawrence Durrell from the days he spent on Cyprus.

Bitter Lemons

By Lawrence Durrell

In an island of bitter lemons
Where the moon’s cool fevers burn
From the dark globes of the fruit,

And the dry grass underfoot
Tortures memory and revises
Habits half a lifetime dead

Better leave the rest unsaid,
Beauty, darkness, vehemence
Let the old sea-nurses keep

Their memorials of sleep
And the Greek sea’s curly head
Keep its calms like tears unshed

Keep its calms like tears unshed.