Kariotakis-Polydouri, The Tragic Love Story

Forgetfullness
With my loving heart I got to know you, wild forest.
I drank your secret fragrance in the kiss of the wind.
I waited to pass through you in the moonlit night
when the airy ghost went through your branches.
I got to know you during my erotic nights, wrinkled
sea as if the forehead of contemplation, my thought
went over you like a caress and your bloomed edge
with the fragrant seaweed would always invite me.
My erotic nights got to know you my beautiful flowers
diaphanous, shaded, colorful like lighted signs.
The heavy dew, a kiss and golden fluff
appeared on your eyelids tightly shut in darkness.
Now, bestowed onto the light of denial and altered,
you show me that I may lose my mind’s path.
Are you truly what I knew well? My beloved
flowers, the silvery sea, thick forest full of pines?

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Tasos Livaditis – Selected Poems

As Night Falls
In depth, there is always a secret impulse, indescribable,
from ancient farewells, from far away silences in
cold rooms, but as the night falls again, the panic
returns.
Evil is incurable, and the roof of the house is horrible
threat
for the ones who forget.

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Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume I

Succession
The sun doesn’t think about your hesitations –
it wants you naked and it takes you naked
until the night comes to dress you
After the sun there is repentance
after repentance the sun again

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Wheat Ears

Cherubs
Your eyes get immersed in the aura
of a Cretan and your masterpieces
not semblances of men or
of women but reflections
of angels in a mirror.
Just idols of cherubs
archangels and seraphs with
wings which open and close
like a mysterious fan
in front of the splendor
of a sublime likeness and
a stalactite of your love
descends to moisten all
dryness, to quench all thirst.
Your love, oh great Cretan, for
man, for life, for God.
Here the line between
the spirit and flesh becomes
so indistinguishable
so tragically vague
here the aura of man
and the shadow of god
fuse into a ripple of gray air
into the sadness of a beacon
tears freely cascade and
overwhelm the afternoon heat
love songs unheard off before
tears that become absolution
of a thunderous encounter
between a Giant and a man
who has dared Death many a time
a man who seeks to reach higher.

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