Hioni (Greek poem)
ΧΙΟΝΙ
Χιόνι και γύρω ερημιά να μας τυλίγει
Σε χρόνους της απόκρισης, στο βουητό του ανέμου
Έρχεσαι μέσ' στον άνεμο και ξανασμίγει
η φωνή μου και τ' αλαργινό σφύριγμα τραίνου.
Χιόνι που πέφτει σα σιωπή και μας τυλίγει
Χρόνια σε ψάχνει το ταξίδι μου στο χρόνο
κι ελεύθερα στον άνεμο η φωνή μου ξανασμίγει
με τη φωνή σου - κι ο παλμός μου αναπτύσσεται στο δρόμο.
Στο δρόμο που ξανοίχτηκες για να γυρίσεις
καιρός κυκλάμινου, πλανήθηκες πολύ
για να μιλήσεις στη ζωή, φτερά ν' ανοίξεις
να μ' αγκαλιάσεις στ' όνειρο και στη σιωπή.
Χιόνι που πέφτει κι ερμηνεύει τη μορφή σου,
να αλαργαίνει μέσ' στον άνεμο, στην ερημιά,
να στροβιλίζεται, να με κρατά μαζί σου
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Bergen
Thoughts in anguished minds were bleeding,
a kerosene lamp illuminated the burden;
darkened were the few flowers of Bergen,
like the unfit hopes of defective pleading.
She was a prisoner behind labor camp walls
where innocence was defeated by horror,
human values were punished by an evil juror,
with blind thirst to obliterate weak thralls.
Darkened was the plaintive scene of death
a mortal's funeral was his devoid salvation,
heavenly and unreal pastures of negation,
each visioned, with feverish mental health.
She appeared above Bergen's hellish dome,
of frau Wahnsinn, amidst cold grayness;
sorrow suffocated breaths as the emptiness,
crushed on our chests like a stone tomb.
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Bag Pipes
A ship-yard celebration is to accede
no sailor from a new boat will abscond
to abrogate drinks, of a wishing deed
Oceans to challenge and far beyond.
And there the bag-pipe players cond
on ethnic island tunes, and aural modes
as Nautilus dance and gals respond
like oceanic waves to acclaimed nodes.
The adage of players' hypnotic tunes
invite every young to a dance agog,
men forms with girls to smile, as balloons
fly colorfully, with every toast of grog.
The gals smile to the well chosen male,
in this feast of agon to renew a toll
of ocean routes against storms and gales,
just to return to moors and their call.
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Standing Athwart
The storm descended down the Straights,
it was Lorenzo fixing sails at the backstay,
me gangway, the bargermast'r Jim Bates,
working ropes, on mainsail aft and forestay.
Northern winds barked like dogs, the gust,
lifted the batten, boat tilted off to port bow,
lowered the cent'rboard and hull, to thrust
like a curse of Demons, on deathly draw.
I lost Jim Bates, suddenly as he unreeved,
went off; sea waves thrushed to sternway,
Lorenzo fought at the top-gallant, bereaved,
and Angelo Corto was holding timenoguy.
The steersman conned fine; me on th' ganwale,
to lower the spreader, even at a gust blow,
we had the mainsail torn, and guff-topsail,
to guide wind's force to the jib bendin' slow.
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Oriental Dancer
[Oriental Dancer]
Was her obstinacy to make you, extol her?
Or her elastic flesh beneath colorful veils?
Images she carefully designed, to perceptibly err,
a Datura stream of Crimson to run in vein trails..
A dance, this dance depicts an ancient instinct,
a trite so elementary it's candor to expiate,
a foggy atmosphere to rule your cause, to extinct,
all of your amulets, to kill your faith, and to bait..
..orderly alive images, placed upon this altar,
alive force, a flesh, to offer facial value indulged,
still dreamy power, as if your manhood is to falter,
this muse will submit, just to adhere so, to divulge.
She dances, as her jingling finger plates nightly ring
and ring, incursion of a deathly whiff, a drink of rye..
to sound a monotonous of Dervish siege and sing,
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Vrohi Tergestis (Greek poem)
BΡΟΧΗ ΤΕΡΓΕΣΤΗΣ
Τρόπος που βόρεια ξενυχτά, βροχή Τεργέστης,
Στους νόμους που μου γνέφουνε να ξαναζήσω,
βροχή μου λέει πως εκεί θα ξαναέρθεις,
στον ουρανό μου τη μορφή σου θ' αντικρύσω.
Αγάπη στη βροχή ψηλά, σύννεφο γκρίζο,
εσύ να με κοιτάς εκεί σε κάθε απόπλου,
Μικρές σταγόνες της ψυχής σου αυτό το λίγο
Ενός δευτερολέπτου αναλαμπή, βλέμμα του νότου.
Μικρές σταγόνες της ψυχής, βλέμμα του αέρα,
Βροχής καρδιά που έμαθε στοργές να υφαίνει,
Δικό σου γκρίζο τα' ουρανού για κάθε μέρα,
Αγάπη στην Τεργέστη ξενυχτά και ανασαίνει.
Ουράνια βροχή μου εσύ, γιορτή του ανέμου,
Μνήμες πολλές του Αττικού φροντιστηρίου,
Τεργέστη, μ' αγαπάς εκεί, σφύριγμα τραίνου,
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Catafractos
Coal - dark nomadic eyes, under an icy sky,
a steppe robust stallion of wild breed canters,
a blowing Boreas wind, a whipping drizzle,
form of a winter tundra's frost, white embrace..
Form to oblate his destiny on own volition,
only exception maybe, his higher challenge,
to overpass his fortified scold ambition,
to master in a Gods forsaken earth's edge.
A cavalry paid mercenary, a Pontian Scyth,
warrior of Byzantine deathly squadrons,
his aptitude close to Charon's duel myth,
a great honor is to be war-slain by sword!
Two wolves run by his side, ready to clash,
howl to infinity, Orthodox Crucifix contrite,
their obstinacy will redeem his sword's slash,
astute dark Charon will be a visitor to invite.
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Digenis Acritas
Pursued fromward eastern directions I stand,
an aeriform of the dawn comes to annunciate,
dark soldiers close in, borders to infiltrate,
to overkill farmers and our lands to demand.
I stand upon black turf, damp from the rain,
unfaithful disorderly horde closes to border;
the peace of pasture subsides to onset order,
and the waving of steppe horses black mane.
I slaughter the attacking impertinent mortals,
benevolently I send them to warriors' terra;
Crimson spills onto Tagma Flags of Porphyra,
and my face to dissipate on spring's portals.
The flag waves crimson in dawn, and morning
rises innocent from some euphoric nostalgia,
forsooth bless of Mistral liturgy and eulogia,
the orderly kills of barbarians and mourning.
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Thermopylae 300
A merit of lonesome, Persephone's dark ocean
we received. A strong red wine, a wake of pain
that stings. A ghostly clad chorus, a lost odd zone
of Hades and Styx. A gloomy dim swaying
an abstract dull pain, I felt, an emotional strain.
One brink of sacrifice to feel this Charon sigil
as wrought spears pierce, as swords blunted thrust
to acompany this Styx quarry, comply our vigil
sweaty crimson trickles on shield, as lives combust..
Slay, thrust, pierce, a darkened Hydras' task force,
of Hercules, our Dorian ancestor to honor, and kill,
as Pluton, reins proudly the canter of his horse,
as sun sets to crown a new macabre of blood spill.
Three hundred rain drops, and two that remain
to offer again, a destiny altered, a deadly refrain,
denial spelled about my life, over her throne
and there cold air, is to betray, the death of my soul..
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Siren Song
It seems that a wind is pushing us together
towards a snaky road that effuses in Chaos
and one ribbon of mystery dark, and tender,
of magical tales I heard before, a glee endow.
So, maybe was something your voice said
whispering in my ear as dusk descended
and it was my promise to invite you as a wed,
in my solitude I wore your glance attended.
Cause you are distant; Far in a pasture ghostly,
spirits of darkness in scriptures apocryphal,
as Aglaope's astounding face, bends softly,
to guile me in carnivorous feast, Leucosia lethal.
A song of longing by Himerope, in Molpe music,
buckling my heart, as Parthenope my maiden is,
and Ligeia shrills fear, Teles perfect acoustics,
Raidne improves our bond, and Peisino persists.
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