THREE TEARS OF THE LORD

II

This mountain so close to me

I extend my hand and uproot

the trees and its shrubs

the electrical company’s poles

these hurting teeth

of a desperately lonely life

Crafty sheep run on it

are sheep ever crafty?

yet these ones have hurt a lot

and have learned inhumane bleats

Here the people became one with the stones

they strike the stones and rip their viscera

they surprise themselves, they don’t know how to cry

                                        Today

look carefully at this mountain

look carefully at this tear of the Lord

because it will dry up by tomorrow

Tomorrow you won’t be able to see anything.

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    Painting by Tineke Storteboom

I Thought Of You

I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.

Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea —
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.

Sara Teasdale,  USA (1884 – 1933

ΣΕ ΘΥΜΗΘΗΚΑ

Σε θυμήθηκα και πόσο λάτρευες αυτή την ομορφιά

καθώς βαδίζοντας μόνος στον έρημο γιαλό

πρόσεξα τον ήχο των κυμάτων που έσπαζαν άηχες βροντές

σαν κάποτε που το μονόλογο αυτό ακούσαμε μαζί.

Γύρο μου ο απόηχος της αμμουδιάς, πέρα μακριά

τ’ ασήμι της λαμπερής και κρύας θάλασσας.

Χρόνια πολλά και θάνατος πρόκειται να περάσουν

ώσπου την ηχώ αυτή να  ξανακούσουμε μαζί. 

Μετάφραση Μανώλη Αλυγιζάκη//Translated by Manolis Aligizakis