Yannis Ritsos//Γιάννης Ρίτσος

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Παλιός εξαγνισμός

Κάτω, στα χαμηλά σπίτια με τις πεινασμένες γάτες,
τα βράδια πέφταν σιωπηλά στις αυλές. Άνάβαν τους λύχνους.
Οι γυναίκες κοιμόταν με τσ ρούχα. Οι άντρες
γυρνούσαν αργά—είχαν φάει στην ταβέρνα.

Εμάς δε μας έμενε τίποτα στη νύχτα. Κοιτούσαμε
μες στο σκοτάδι το παλιό φανάρι της κουζίνας
με τ’ αποφάγια του δείπνου. Το κοιτούσαμε επίμονα
ν’ αλλάξει σε κλουβί μ’ ένα αχαμνό καναρίνι, ή σ’ ένα
φεγγάρι σε σχήμα πουλιού.
Του κουβεντιάζαμε κρυφά
να μην κελαηδήσει, μη και ξυπνήσουν οι κακοί γερόντοι
και δουν τα τέσσερα μικρά, τιμωρημένα κορίτσια
να στέκουν πετρωμένα κι άσπρα στις τέσσερις γωνιές
κρατώντας ψηλά στο μέτωπό τους σαν κανίσκια
τις αθώες αμαρτίες μας και τα μεγάλα όνειρά μας.
Old Expiation

Down there in the low-lying houses with the hungry cats,
evenings fell silently in the courtyards. They lit the lanterns.
Women slept in their clothes. Men
returned home late – they had eaten in the tavern.

There was nothing left for us at night. Through
darkness we stared at the old oil lamp in the kitchen
with the supper leftovers. We gazed it intensely so that
it could change into a cage with a thin canary or into
a moon in the shape of a bird.
We’d converse with it secretly
so that it wouldn’t chirp and wake up the bad old men
who could see the four young, punished girls
standing white and stony in the four corners
lifting high on their foreheads like baskets
our innocent sins and our great dreams.
~Γιάννη Ρίτσου-Ποιήματα/Μετάφραση Μανώλη Αλυγιζάκη
~Yannis Ritsos-Poems/Translated by Manolis Aligizakis
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ODYSSEY by NIKOS KAZANTZAKIS

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ODYSSEY A

And when in his wide courtyards Odysseus had cut down
the insolent youths, he hung on high his sated bow
and strode to the warm bath to cleanse his bloodstained body.
Two slaves prepared his bath, but when they saw their lord
they shrieked with terror, for his loins and belly steamed
and thick black blood dripped down from both his murderous palms
their copper jugs rolled clanging on the marble tiles.
The wandering man smiled gently in his horny beard
and with his eyebrows signed the frightened girls to go.

ΟΔΥΣΣΕΙΑ Α

Σαν πια ποθέρισε τους γαύρους νιους μες στις φαρδιές αυλές του,
το καταχόρταστο ανακρέμασε δοξάρι του ο Δυσσέας
και διάβη στο θερμό λουτρό, το μέγα του κορμί να πλύνει.
Δυο δούλες συγκερνούσαν το νερό, μα ως είδαν τον αφέντη
μπήξαν φωνή, γιατι η σγουρή κοιλιά και τα μεριά του αχνίζαν
και μαύρα στάζαν αίματα πηχτά κι από τις δυο του φούχτες
και κύλησαν στις πλάκες οι χαλκές λαγήνες τους βροντώντας.
Ο πολυπλάνητος γελάει πραγά μες στα στριφτά του γένια
και γνέφει παίζοντας τα φρύδια του στις κοπελλιές να φύγουν.
Το χλιο πολληώρα φραίνουνταν νερό κι οι φλέβες του ξαπλώναν
μες το κορμί σαν ποταμοί, και τα νεφρά του δροσερεύαν
κι ο μέγας νους μες στο νερό ξαστέρωνε κι αναπαυόταν.

~ODYSSEY, by NIKOS KAZANTZAKIS, translated by KIMON FRIAR

Nikos Kazantzakis
1883-1957
Nikos Kazantzakis was born in Heraklion, Crete, when the island was still under Ottoman rule. He studied law in Athens (1902-06) before moving to Paris to pursue postgraduate studies in philosophy (1907-09) under Henri Bergson. It was at this time that he developed a strong interest in Nietzsche and seriously took to writing. After returning to Greece, he continued to travel extensively, often as a newspaper correspondent. He was appointed Director General of the Ministry of Social Welfare (1919) and Minister without Portfolio (1945), and served as a literary advisor to UNESCO (1946). Among other distinctions, he was president of the Hellenic Literary Society, received the International Peace Award in Vienna in 1956 and was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature.
Kazantzakis regarded himself as a poet and in 1938 completed his magnum opus, The Odyssey: A Modern Sequel, divided into 24 rhapsodies and consisting of a monumental 33,333 verses. He distinguished himself as a playwright (The Prometheus Trilogy, Kapodistrias, Kouros, Nicephorus Phocas, Constantine Palaeologus, Christopher Columbus, etc), travel writer (Spain, Italy, Egypt, Sinai, Japan-China, England, Russia, Jerusalem and Cyprus) and thinker (The Saviours of God, Symposium). He is, of course, best known for his novels Zorba the Greek (1946), The Greek Passion (1948), Freedom or Death (1950), The Last Temptation of Christ (1951) and his semi-autobiographical Report to Greco (1961). His works have been translated and published in over 50 countries and have been adapted for the theatre, the cinema, radio and television.