POEM BY MARIA POLYDOURI
MY SONGS WERE ONLY WRITTEN FOR HIM
Why do I need to accept the Muse’s projection?
That I tighten my heart and accept
new loves, beliefs and joys
as if it was my Fate’s doing and so exceptional?
Time has passed since the rayed spark of my eye
shone onto the holy and the mortal.
Oh, I haven’t kept the senseless lyre of passion
since my songs were only written for Him.
And I sang the grief of my pure soul
along with the sad joy of tears
and all the joy of my song was nothing but his voice
that I’d hear one evening in front of his humble dwelling.
And as sometime I read my joy in his eyes
what more valuable opinion can I state?
At our separation like swallows the verse brought
to him the message: even from faraway twice I love him.
And now my voice leaves not any grieving echo
as it’s covered by the darkness of the night
yet everyone is afraid and I still believe
that I’ve reached the heavy gate of Hades.
For why would I accept the call of Muse when
my trust on gods and people shuttered inside me?
A senseless Lyre of passion doesn’t suit me
since my songs were only written for Him.
Manolis 