Μαρία Πολυδούρη//Maria Polydouri

Posted: September 26, 2016 by vequinox in Literature

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ΠΕΠΡΩΜΕΝΟ

Ψυχή μου, τοῦ ἄσωτου καημοῦ παιδί, σὰν ποιὰ προσμένεις
γαλανὴ μέρα νὰ διαβῆ, μαζί της νὰ σὲ πάρη;
Κάτω ἀπ᾿ τὸ φῶς δὲ θὰ μπορῆς τὰ ὄνειρα ν᾿ ἀνασταίνης,
θὰ σβήση ἡ ὡραία φλόγα σου καὶ θὰ σοῦ μείνη ἡ χάρη,

μέσα σὲ θρόνο ὁλόχρυσο καρτερικὰ νὰ μένης
σὰ σ᾿ ἕνα πλούσιο κόσμημα χλωμὸ μαργαριτάρι.
Τῆς Νύχτας, σὰ μυστήριο τοῦ Ἅδη σκοτεινιασμένης
περνάει τὸ φάσμα, κοίταξε, μὲ θριαμβικὸ καμάρι.

Σήκωσε τὰ περήφανα χέρια σου καὶ δεήσου
νὰ γίνης ἕνα ἀπ᾿ τὰ πολλὰ τὰ μαῦρα μυστικά της,
νὰ μὴ σ᾿ ἀγγίζη ἡ ἐλπίδα, ὅπως τ᾿ ἀνήλια τῆς ἀβύσσου

ἡ ἀχτίδα, γιὰ τὰ πρόσχαρα ποὖνε γιὰ σένα ξένα.
Καὶ μόνο ἡ σκέψη κάποτε στὸ ἄσκοπο πέταμά της
νὰ βρίσκης ὅλα ποὺ πόθησες, τὰ ὡραῖα στερημένα.

DESTINY

 

My soul, child of the prodigal son, which calm

day you expect to come and take you along?

You won’t be able to relive your dreams under the sun

your fire will be put out and only grace will remain

with you. In your golden throne you’ll patiently wait

like a rich ornament, like a pale pearl.

Look, the phantasm of night goes by with its triumphant sword

like a mystery of the darkened underworld.

Raise your proud arms and pray

to become one of its many dark secrets

that hope won’t touch you, like the rays don’t touch

the sunless abyss, as the foreign lands that welcome you.

And only through your thoughts sometimes

you’ll recall the beautiful things you’ve desired and  have missed.

 

Translated by Manolis Aligizakis

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  1. If Greeks trojaned their eurobudgets, do you trust their food hygiene, caique shipping, quisling lawyers or olive witch doctors? If you go to Mongolia you will find authentic kebabs, goat cheese, egg rolls, and yogurt.
    Greek diners are staffed with Arabs, which is why their music sounds like belly dancing burkas. Attending Greek festivals infests your home with meal moths. Greeks ban flushing toilet paper so they can fertilize diner produce and culture feta yogurt. Their meats are overcooked regurgitated donkey hides. Their wines are infested with grape stomper foot fungus. They mock God with their brigand “fathers”, idolatrous “icons”, counter-kosher “lent”, sleep-deprived brainwash vigils, subliminal incantations, intoxicating incense, pyromaniac lights, and philocalia hyperventilatory hallucinations.

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