Wheat Ears – Selected Poems

Ηeat Wave

Soft island hills

lapping on sea froth

cicadas fire up

their endless arias

come close to me, you said to me,

stand before me like Hermes

a naked graceful cypress

that I’ll keep you

in my eyes for

the long winter days

when we’ll be apart

moments I’ll

yearn for your warmth

come close to me, I beg you

let me touch your skin

the day is fiery

and unbearable like

the body’s conflagration

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Tasos Livaditis – Poems, Volume II

      ΤΗΝ ΠΡΩΤΗ νύχτα ήταν ακόμα φτωχός, “Κύριε” του λέω

φυσικά δεν είχα άλλους συγγενείς κι έπρεπε να τον φροντίσω

“είμαι ο νέος συγκάτοικος” είπε, για να μη δείξει πως ξέρει,

σήκωσα τότε με ταπεινοφροσύνη την πέτρα και την ακούμπησα

απαλά, μη μας το πάρει ο αέρας, «σε περιμένει η Μαρία» του λέω

μα εκείνη στεκόταν λυπημένη πίσω του, γιατί δε θα γνώριζε ποτέ

το Θεό, αφού τον έφερνε κιόλας μέσα της κι όταν φάνηκαν οι τρεις

γυναίκες τους έδειξα τον τάφο, απ’ όπου έβρισκε πάντα τον τρόπο

να βγαίνει, είχαν αρχίσει, μάλιστα, να μυρίζουν τα ροδόδεντρα

και στη στροφή του δρόμου, πάνω απ’ τη σπασμένη στάμνα,

η μικρή υπηρέτρια δεν έκλαιγε πια.

     Αυτό ήταν το πρώτο θαύμα.

      THE FIRST night he was still poor “Sir” I told him since

of course I had no other relatives I had to take care of him “I am

the new roommate” he said just to conceal that he knew; then

with humility I raised the rock and I placed it down softly that

the air wouldn’t blow it away “Maria is waiting for you” I said

to him but she sorrowfully stood behind him because she would

never get to know God since she already carried Him inside her

and when the three women appeared I showed them the tomb from

where he always knew how to escape; in fact the rhododendrons

had bloomed and at the turn of the road over the broken pitcher

the young servant girl wasn’t crying anymore.

     This was the first miracle. 

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