Constantine Cavafy – Poems

IONIAN

Although we broke their statutes,

and drove them out of their temples,

the gods did not die out at all because of that.

Oh, land of Ionia, it is you they still love,

it is you their souls still remember.

When dawn comes on you on an August morning

the vigor of their lives goes through your atmosphere.

And at times the ethereal figure of a youth,

obscure, with quick steps

passes over your hills.

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Μιχάλης Τιβέριος για Αμφίπολη

Τρελές ιστορίες από την Αρχαία Ελλάδα

Θοδωρής Βοριάς, Εν ώρα υπηρεσίας

Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume IV

THE GATE

Excerpt LVII

It is difficult, of course, to talk of things while they

            occur, old men

waited to read what they had seen with their own

eyes in tomorrow’s newspapers; they didn’t know

which version was the most accurate. I waited to

find them inverted inside of me; the others were in

a hurry because of me. I thought they were right.

I had spread the wet sackcloth over three chairs,

            one on top of the other,

so the clay statue was visibly ready. I had placed

the metal measuring tape, the trowel, the gobbet

            on the floor.

The clay, he kept on saying, the clay, the clay.

He kneed it with his fists trying to mould statues

and real bread to feed the hungry.

Clay is my material, he said, clay isn’t eaten; so

            alone.

Θοδωρής Βοριάς, Άλλοι τα λένε κύματα

Άγγελοι φονιάδες … του Θοδωρή Βοριά

June Jirdan, (1936-2002) These poems /Αυτά τα ποιήματα

Κωνσταντίνος Καραγιαννόπουλος, Άτιτλα

Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume IV

THE GATE

Excerpt LVI

Yes, it’s me, he said again; the caretaker lowered

            his eyes.

I, alone, shine my shoes, and my fingers get black or

brown from the polish, my face isn’t justified

or I talk to the retired civil servant

or to the traffic cop or the textile weaver

I search for the inexistent address; I insist it exists

in the poleodomic city plans, I transcribe new streets

the university students pass with flags and a cone

            full of garbanzo beans

the clerk of the store moves his hands behind the five

            display window dolls,

he places a silver flower on the hair of the middle

            doll

uncle Stathis wipes his eyes with his fist

the crazy man takes out of his pocket birds and trains

two stork nests along with the chimney

six crafts with almonds and guitars. It was twilight

and a star behind the mountain waited for us to

            gaze at it.

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