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Libros Libertad Publishing accepts contemporary Greek Poetry for translation and publishing through Amazon/Kindle who make the book available in 14 countries around the globe: USA, Canada, Mexico, Brazil, England, Spain, Italy, France, Germany, Netherlands, Sweden, Poland, India, Japan, and Australia.
Poem by Romos Fyliras
Inspiration
Nothing matters in the world but inspiration
alone it sings a lullaby to bitter pain
and rescues us from time’s relentless pace.
To see you, to take the beauties that you have
and melt them in my verse’s flowing stream,
to nourish them, to multiply, one grand idea
sprinkled with inspiration’s myrrh.
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In the Dark
The lamp-lighter passed with his ladder late in the evening,
he lighted the lamps of the island as if he opened holes
in the darkness,
as if he dug deep yellow water wells. In the wells, standing,
drowned, and coppery-green, the lampposts rock back and forth.
A crucifix gleamed on the belltower of Santa Pelagia; a dog
barked behind the stable; a second one in the Customs office.
The restaurant sign dripped blood, the man with his naked chest
held a big red knife; the woman with uncombed hair
was beating the egg whites in a bowl.
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Miracle
During the second month of the adventure the hour
of our hunger had arrived and we decided to become
an edifice of pious men, innocent supplicants stitched
on the faded wall of ignorance when with a sudden
gleam, as in a rapture, we opened the lid of Aeolus’
bag and let all hell loose: our saints and sins scattered
to the four corners of the galaxy, dumbness and treachery
and moral bankruptcy.
Suddenly I remembered my Uncle Anthony with
his wrinkles and the unblemished smile and it were
as if another rose bloomed in my magical garden.
We evoked our unchained freedom, we broke doors,
fragments of the broken pitcher we gathered, in awe
and reverence we glued a new beginning, the first
miracle, on our faces
and it was good.
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Modigliani, Italy
Day and Night
Like the wind passing through the leaves,
You pass through my mind.
Like a bird sleeping in a tree,
You sleep in my mind.
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ΜΕΡΑ ΝΥΧΤΑ
Διαπερνάς τη σκέψη μου
όπως ο αγέρας ανάμεσα στα φύλλα
σαν το πουλί που κουρνιάζει στο δέντρο
ξεκουράζεσαι στο νου μου.
Woman
An erupting volcano
A sealed universe
A continuously flowing stream
An unforgiving heaven
A treacherous marsh
A sky thrown open
The term of all longing
The sign for all craving
Palace of secrets
Erupting eternity
Fertile desire
Mystery never solved.
ΓΥΝΑΙΚΑ
Ηφαίστειο που εκρύγνεται
Σφραγίδα της Οικουμένης
Αστέρευτο ρυάκι που κυλά
Παράδεισος που σεν συγχωρεί
Επικίνδυνο μονοπάτι
Ουρανός διάπλατα ανοιχτός.
Σημείο επιθυμίας
Σημάδι πόθου
Παλάτι μυστηρίων
Αιωνειότητα έκρηξη
Γόνιμος ερωτισμός
Μυστήριο αξεδιάλυτο.
Μετάφραση Μανώλη Αλυγιζάκη//translated by Manolis Aligizakis
Cho Byung–hwa, Korea (1921–2003)
From “Selected Poems”
Translation by Kevin O’Rourke – Stanley Barkan
Long Listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards
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In the Manner of George Seferis
Wherever I travel Greece wounds me.
On Pelion among the chestnut trees the shirt of the Centaur
slipped through the leaves to wrap around my body
as I went up the slope and the sea behind the meal
so, climbing like the mercury of a thermometer
until we found the water of the mountain.
On Santorini touching islands that were sinking
listening to a flute playing somewhere on the pumice-stones
my hand was nailed on the gunwale
by an arrow suddenly shot
from a faraway vanished youth.
At Mycenae, I raised the great rocks and the Atreides’ treasures
and I slept with them at the hotel “Menelaus’ Helen”
though they disappeared at dawn with Cassandra’s call
with a cock hanging from her black neck.
On Spetses, Poros and Mykonos
the barcaroles made me sick.
What do they want, all who claim
to be in Athens or Peraeus?
One coming from Salamis asks another
whether he comes from ‘Omonoia Square’
‘No, I come from Syntagma Square’ he answers pleased
‘I met with Yanni, and he bought me an ice cream.
’Meanwhile, Greece travels
we don’t know anything; we don’t know anything we are all jobless sailors
we don’t know the harbour’s bitterness when all the ships have gone
we make fun of those who do know it.
Strange people who claim they are in Attica though they are nowhere.
They buy sugar-coated almonds when they get married, they carry hair toner,
they take pictures of themselves
the man I saw today sitting with the background of pigeons and flowers
he allows the hand of the old photographer to smoothen up his wrinkles
that all the birds of the sky
had left on his face.
Meanwhile, Greece travels, always travels
and if ‘we see the Aegean flowering with corpses’
they are those who chose to catch the big ship by swimming to it
those who got tired of waiting for the ships that couldn’t sail
ELSI SAMOTHRAKI and AMVRAKIKOS.
The ships whistle now that dusk falls over Piraeus
they whistle, they whistle constantly but no winch moves
no chain gleams wet in the twilight
the captain stands like a statue in white and gold.
Wherever I travel Greece wounds me.
Curtains of mountains, archipelagos, naked granites…
The ship that sails they called AGONY 937.
M/s Aulis, waiting to sail
Summer 1936
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Manolis Aligizakis 