Tasos Livaditis – Selected Poems

When you smiled I’d forget of the leaking roof tiles
I’d forget of the holes in the floor
I’d also say, here, big red roses will bloom
through these holes.
Everything was possible in the world, my love
back then when you smiled at me.
Remember that night when we gazed the sky for hours
I felt you trembling in my arms.
“My stars, I said, my good stars make our love so ever bright
make my beloved so ever joyous.
My stars, my good stars, make sure she and I die together.”
Thus, that night
we got married among the stars and forever.
Ah, I’d like to kiss the hands of your father; the knees
of your mother who gave birth to you for me;
I’d like to kiss all the chairs you touched with your dress
as you walked by
to hide in my heart, like a charm, a piece of the bed-sheet
you slept in.
I could even smile
to the man who saw you naked before me
to even smile at him, who was graced with such
happiness.
Because I, my beloved, I owe you something more
than love
I owe you the song and the hope, the tears
and again hope.
In the tiniest moment with you I lived all my life.
You knew how to give yourself, my love.

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Constantine Cavafy – Poems

Monotony
One monotonous day is followed by
another identical monotonous day.
The same things will happen, they
will happen again—
the same moments will find us and leave us.
A month goes by and brings another month.
It’s easy to see what’s coming next;
those boring things from the day before.
Till tomorrow doesn’t feel like tomorrow at all.

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Opera Bufa

Sixth Canto
The promontory under my feet shudders
as my brush hits a reverberating stroke
on my diaphanous canvas of fate while
the golden steel controls all past
and future height and depth
of tender life and its
hardest rigidity as the bottom line
rises to a penultimate
element of importance nothing
stands in front of it no one will
stem its future flow nothing
will ever stand as an impediment
to dark eyes and their thoughts
inventing as if gifted from heaven the
first ever organized corporation under
patronage of the teenage church
devising means and plans for
conquering the cosmos through
sharpness of the double ax or
sword or sulfur
of the bomb conventional or atomic
phosphoring fear
schemes world-over
like a bread slice buttered by
movement of the knife in
gluttony’s tenacious hand
covering inside and out of
power lust appetite
for pleasure through darkness
tingling pockets of masters grasping
for purer rarer more as wheat fields
ask the finest question when the cicadas
and I answer from the olive grove:
we can do better

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