Kostas Karyotakis//Κώστας Καρυωτάκης



Ὅμως τὰ στήθια ποὺ τὰ ταράζει κάποιο
θανάσιμο πάθος δὲν θὰ γαληνέψουν

Τὰ σύννεφα γιγάντικα φαντάζουν κι ἀσημένια
στὸ μολυβένιον οὐρανὸ
σὰν τὰ χτυπᾷ τοῦ ἥλιου τὸ φῶς· σὰν τὰ χτυπᾷ ὁ ἀγέρας
φεύγουνε πίσω ἀπ᾿ τὸ βουνό.

Κι εἶναι θεριὸ ἡ θάλασσα. Τὸ παρδαλό της χρῶμα
δίνει της — μπλαβὸ ἐκεῖ μακριά,
πιὸ δῶθε ἀνοιχτοπράσινο κι ἀκόμα δῶθε γκρίζο —
κάποια παράξενη θωριά.



Yet the heart that was stirred

by a deadly passion will never relax


the clouds seem gigantic and silvery

onto the leaden sky

as if the sun reflection shines on them

as if the wind blows onto them

they run behind the mountain


the sea is a beast and its colorful surface,

dark blue at the far side

nearer light green and closer gray,

as if dressing it with a strange garment



KOSTAS KARYOTAKIS//translated by Manolis Aligizakis


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