Tower of the Winds, Athens, Greece
Sweeney Erect By T.S. Eliot And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind me Make all a desolation. Look, look, wenches! Paint me a cavernous waste shore Cast in the unstilled Cyclades, Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas. Display me Aeolus above Reviewing the insurgent gales Which tangle Ariadne’s hair And swell with haste the perjured sails. Sailing is often described as "long stretches of boredom punctuated by episodes of shear heart pounding terror." I had one of those moments of terror trying to escape the gale force winds of the Meltemi in the Cyclades . I anchored in what ...