Posted: 30/11/2016 by vequinox in Aligizakis Manolis, Art, Greek Poets, Literature
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Kostas Karyotakis’


Τὰ παιδάκια ποὺ παίζουν στ᾿ ἀνοιξιάτικο δείλι
μιὰ ἰαχὴ μακρυσμένη —
τ᾿ ἀεράκι ποὺ λόγια μὲ τῶν ρόδων τὰ χείλη
ψιθυρίζει καὶ μένει,

τ᾿ ἀνοιχτὰ παραθύρια ποὺ ἀνασαίνουν τὴν ὥρα,
ἡ ἀδειανὴ κάμαρά μου,
ἕνα τραῖνο ποὺ θά ῾ρχεται ἀπὸ μία ἄγνωστη χώρα,
τὰ χαμένα ὄνειρά μου,

οἱ καμπάνες ποὺ σβήνουν, καὶ τὸ βράδυ ποὺ πέφτει
ὁλοένα στὴν πόλη,
στῶν ἀνθρώπων τὴν ὄψη, στ᾿ οὐρανοῦ τὸν καθρέφτη,
στὴ ζωή μου τώρα ὅλη…


The children that play in the spring dusk

far away echo —

the breeze whispers and remains

in the lips of the rose petals

the open windows that breath the hour

my vacant room —

a train coming from a foreign land

my vanished dreams

chime of bells that fades, evening that descends

onto the city —

onto the faces of people, into the mirror of the sky

in all my life right now.



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