[“…on this acropolis / sometimes touching with our fingers his touch upon the stones.” – George Seferis]
Here is the touch of the sculptor, from so many years ago: where he rested his iron tools, where he looked up with pleasure at what he’d made, perhaps noticed a few flaws, thought he ought to fix them – but too late. Besides, it was the emperor’s nose that tilted that way, not his own clumsy hands.
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