Νικηφόρος Μανδηλαράς, Ποιήματα

Antony Fostieris – Selected Poems

Emotions

Emotions are the wire that reaches

the heart of the void.

So much blood, so many wounds

so many dead.

Each approaching winter is the last

an iceberg rolls down the ocean and meets us

a dark sun calls its name while it shines.

So much bloodshed, so many emotions

pulp

all aimlessly kneed in the indecipherable whole.

Armies pass along the heavenly spaces

salvos echo in the narrow air.

Emotions are the wire

that reaches from our hearts to the sky

brings the ice and fires our sun

emotions are the telegraph we use to speak to the dead.

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Unfulfilled

Fraction
Through a lack of interaction
I realised that I am a fraction
The moment you don’t let love through
I am a fraction without you
One would approach… you don’t let them
Without you… a fraction… I am
Confidential
Parts may shake or they may tremble
In a moment confidential
Emotional and physical
Won’t be divided, not at all
We will feel like we’re in the moment
Like golden threads connect each movement
Within forever, the first time
I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine
Independent
Maybe, love is independent
Of the start, the middle and the end, and…
Of places, thoughts and people too
It just holds, that I love you

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Θησέας και Αντιόπη

Λεωνίδας Καζάσης, Δύο ποιήματα

Pink Floyd: Echoes

Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume V

Thoughtful Behaviour

He counted the handshakes, his expressions, his words,

even during the night, when, alone, in his dark room,

he was taking care of his shoes, his clothes, moving

from his bed to the closet. And if, once, at midnight,

he got undressed and observed his nakedness

erotically in front of the mirror, this took place as if

he didn’t know that the voyeur was listening, from

the next room, from the vacant, empty room with

the nails in the walls, and was always watching him  

through the invisible holes in the door and his own body.

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Chthonian Bodies

Ontogenesis
Immortal darkness
of the underworld, oh, Kore
a supplicant I become
the sky to adorn
the cloud with my fear to define
momentous freedom of thought
I am the Great Spirit’s song
eternal warmth of life
I possess before I come down
to find refuge in your abode
after my days reach their end
accept me in your Sanctum Sanctorum
oh Kore, a simple minded fir I’ve been
for all the days and nights of my life

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Η κραυγή τους//Il loro grido

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