
CORFU IN LITERATURE
Corfu as described by Homer …and I will point the way to you. But when we come to the city, and around this is a towering wall, and a handsome harbor either side of the city, and a narrow causeway, and along the road there are oarswept ships drawn up, for they all have ships, one for each vessel; and there is the place of assembly, put together quarried stone, and built around a fine precinct of Poseidon, and there they tend to all that gear that goes with the black ships, the hawsers and the sails, and there they fine down their oarblades; for the Phaeacians have no concern with the bow or the quiver, but it is all masts and the oars of ships and the balanced vessels themselves, in which they delight in crossing over the gray sea;… Homer, The Odyssey, Book
…But now Odysseus came to the famous house of Alkinoos, but the heart pondered much in him as he stood before coming to the bronze threshold. For as from the sun the light goes or from the moon, such was the glory of the high-roofed house of great-hearted Alcinoos. …………………………………………………………………… And in his house are fifty serving women, and of these some grind the apple-colored grain at the turn of the hand mill, and there are those who weave the webs and who turn the distaffs, sitting restless as leaves of the tall black poplar, and from the cloths where it is sieved oozes the limpid olive oil. As much as Phaiakian men are expert beyond all others for driving a fast ship on the open sea, so their women are skilled in weaving and dowered with wisdom bestowed by Athene, to be expert in beautiful work, to have good character. On the outside of the courtyard and next the doors is his orchard, a great one, four land measures, with a fence driven all around it, and there is the place where his fruit trees are grown tall and flourishing, pear trees and pomegranate trees and apple trees and the flourishing olive. Never is the fruit spoiled on these, never does it give out, neither in winter time not summer, but always the West Wind blowing on the fruits brings some to ripeness while he starts others. Pear matures on pear in that place, apple upon apple, grape cluster on grape cluster, fig upon fig. There also he has vineyard planted that gives abundant produce, some of it a warm area on level ground where the grapes are left to dry in the sun, but elsewhere they are gathering others and trampling out yet others, and in front of these are unripe grapes that have cast off their bloom while others are darkening. And there at the bottom strip of the field are growing orderly rows of greens, all kinds, and these are lush through the seasons; and there two springs distribute water, one through all the garden space, and one on the other side jets out by the courtyard door, and the lofty house, where townspeople come for their water. Such are the glorious gifts of the gods at the house of Alkinoos. Homer, The Odyssey, Book VI (Trans. R. Lattimore) |

| A Greekish isle, and the
most pleasant place that ever our eyes beheld for the exercise of a solitary and
contemplative life… In our travels many times, falling into dangers and unpleasant
places, this only island would be the place where we would wish ourselves to end our
lives. [1601] Anthony Sherley |

| All young Greeks should
come to Corfu to get the noble seed for the cultivation of genuine Greek literature. Lorenzo Mavilis |

| CORFU Where the Homeric dwellers of Phaeacia still live, and with a kiss meet East and West; where with the olive the cypress blooms, a dark robe in the azure infinite, e’en there my soul has longed to swell in peace with towering visions of the land of Phyrrus; there dream-born beauties poor their flood, Dawn’s mother lighting the fountain of sweet harmony. The rhapsodies of the Immortal Blind in the new voice of Greece are echoed there; The shades of Solomos in fields Elysian breathes rose-born fragrance; and master of the lyre, a new bard sings, like old Demodocus, the glories of the fatherland and Crete. Kostes Palamas Transl. A. E. Phoutrides |

Other countries may offer you discoveries in manners or lore or landscape; Greece offers you something harder the discovery of yourself.
The architecture of the town is Venetian; the houses above the old port are built up elegantly into slim tiers with narrow alleys and colonnades running between them; red, yellow, pink, umber a jumble of pastel shades which the moonlight transforms into a dazzling white city built for a wedding cake.
Climb to Vigla in the time of cherries and look down. You will see that the island lies against the mainland roughly in the form of a sickle. On the landward side you have a great bay, noble and serene, and almost completely landlocked. Northward the tip of the sickle almost touches Albania and here the troubled blue of the Ionian is sucked harshly between ribs of limestone and spits of sand. Kalami fronts the Albanian foothills, and into it the water races as into a swimming pool: a milky ferocious green when the north wind curdles it. Lawrence Durrel |

| Throughout the ages,
from Homer to Durrel, from Tiberius to Tito, from King Alkinoos of the Phaeacians to King
Constantine of the Hellenes, writers and poets, soldiers and statesmen, travellers and
explorers, kings and emperors have all been completely captivated by the bewitching charms
and the magical beauty of the enchanted island of Corfu, and have sung its praises far and
wide. Exotic scenery, magical colours, flaming sunsets, romantic moonlight, luxurious vegetation, (lush green even in the height of summer) a riot of radiant flowers and colourful blooms, centuries old silver olive groves, glowing oranges, scented lemons, rich pergolas, sleepy lagoons, forgotten coves, bubbling springs, exciting caves, virgin beaches, golden sands, and pellucid turquoise emerald seas there is surely no other island in the whole universe to which these superlatives collectively apply. Furthermore conditions in Corfu as elsewhere in Greece are somewhat different from those encountered in some ‘‘civilized’’ countries. Here there are no sex killings, no murdering gangsters, no robberies with violence, no riots, no hooligan mob demonstrations, no compromise with terrorism, and no crippling strikes. [1963] John Fort, British Vice Consul |

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