• Язык:
    Греческий (Ελληνικά)



Με βλέμμα σκυθρωπό, καρδιά νεκρή στην θάλασσα από τους βράχους ρίχτηκα,
Την ώρα που σαν λάβαρο στον ουρανό υψωνόταν η ομιχλώδης, ρόδινη αυγή,
Είτε στο κελί ελεύθερος σαν τους αετούς να γίνω,
Είτε την αναπάντεχη, να βρω, γαλήνη στην καπνισμένη του βάρβαρου φωλιά!
Επιτέλους, κατάλαβα. Το σύμβολο της ζωής δεν είναι ο ποιητής που λόγια φτιάχνει,
Ούτε ο πολεμιστής με την σκληρή καρδιά, μηδέ ο εργάτης που το αλέτρι σέρνει,
- Μ’ ειρωνικό χαμόγελο το βρέφος – βασιλιάς στη λεοντή,
Παίζει με τα λευκά κουρασμένα χέρια τα παιχνίδια του.

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    Лео Бутнару

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How thick, how wingless an evening! / A sunset like a cracked melon. / / You almost want to shove / those limp clouds along. / / Slow evenings like this, / coachmen whip their horses to a gallop, / / Fishermen tear at the waves with their oars, / woodsmen chop like mad / / ...

It Wasn’t Living

It wasn’t living, I wasted / half my life / - and then, Lord, You came to me / like this, in an impossible dream. / / I see light on Mount Tabor / and my heart hurts / with love for the land and the sea / and the whole tree-dark dream of existence, / / My heart hurts tha...

Did I Murder My Father

Did I murder my father, murder my mother, / in some other life ? / Yes, oh immortal, eternal God, yes! or how / could I deserve this disgrace of suffering? / / I lead a life as peaceful as death, / everything I do belongs to someone else, nothing / to me-except a languid, worthless, /...

The Dark-Blue Star

Your tormenting, wonderful, / inevitable beauty / ripped me out of my thin, / miserable, puling life, / / And I died. And I saw / a flame no one ever saw / before; my eyes went black, but I saw / a dark-blue star. / / A song: soft, then loud, then soft: / body and soul meltin...

I Can’t Forget

No, I can’t ever forget / your child’s mouth, your girl’s glance, / bold - I dream of you, / I speak, I think of you - always - like rhythm. / / I feel vast oceans / heaving as the moon yaws, / and whole galaxies, burning, / swinging as they have always swung, will...

The Dream

My nightmare woke me, groaning / with the most intense pain. / My dream: that you loved someone else / and he had hurt you. / / I ran out of bed / like a murderer from the guillotine, / and saw how the streetlights / shone dim, like animals’ eyes. / / Oh, no one, no one /...