Ἡδονισμός
Ἀπὸ τραγούδια ἒν᾿ ἄυλο κομπολόϊ
σ᾿ ἐσὲ δὲν ἦρθα σήμερα νὰ δώσω.
Μὲ τὰ παιγνίδια ἐγὼ θὰ σὲ λιγώσω
καὶ μὲ τὰ ξόρκια, ἀγάπη μου, ἑνὸς γόη.
Γυμνοί. Καὶ σὰν κισσὸς θὰ σκαρφαλώσω
γιὰ νὰ φάω τὸ κορμί σου ποὺ μὲ τρώει.
Τοῦ λαγκαδιοῦ σου τὴ δροσάτη χλόη
μὲ τὸ χέρι θρασὰ θὰ τὴν πυρώσω.
Τὸ κρασὶ ποὺ ξανάφτει καὶ τὸ γάλα
ποὺ κοιμίζει, θὰ φέρω στάλα-στάλα,
μ᾿ ὅλο μου τὸ κορμί, νὰ σὲ ποτίσω.
Καὶ στὰ πόδια σου τ᾿ ἀσπροσκαλισμένα,
δύο βάζα ποὺ μοῦ παίρνουνε τὰ φρένα,
στερνὴ μανία τὸ μέλι μου θὰ χύσω.
Hedonism
A fleshless string of beads made of songs
I haven’t given you today.
With the spells and games of a charmer
I’ll cloy you, my love.
Naked. And like a vine I’ll climb
to taste your body that devours me.
The tender hairs of your mound
with my fingers I’ll conflagrate.
Wine that enraptures and milk that soothes
to sleep, drop by drop I’ll bring,
to moisten you with all my body.
And on your white sculptured legs
two vases that drive me crazy,
my honey, like a maniac, at last, I’ll ejaculate.
Ταπεινωσύνη
Ἡ περηφάνια μου εἶναι νὰ σταθῶ
γυμνὸς μπροστά σου· κάτου ἡ περηφάνια!
Σοῦ φέρνω τὴν ψυχή μου, ἀστάλωτον ἀνθὸ
τὴ σκέψη μου σοῦ φέρνω, τὴν ὀρφάνια,
σοῦ φέρνω τὴν ἀγάπη μου, τὴ φτώχια.
Ἦρθα, καὶ θέλω νὰ δεθῶ στοῦ πόθου σου τὰ βρόχια.
Σοῦ φέρνω τὸ γυαλὶ ποὺ καθρεφτίζει
τοῦ ἡλιοῦ τὰ γέρματα ὅλα, ὅλα τ᾿ ἀστέρια·
ὅπως σ᾿ ἀρέσει κ᾿ ἡ ὄρεξή σου ὅπως ὁρίζει,
σύντριψέ το μὲ τὰ χρυσά σου χέρια.
Στὴ χώρα τῶν ἀπέραντων ὀνειρευτὰ
ταξίδια, εὐτυχισμένα κατευόδια…
Κάλλιο ἀπὸ σᾶς ἔχω τὴ γῆ ποὺ μὲ πατᾶν τὰ λατρευτά,
τὰ πλαστικά σου πόδια…
Humility
It is my pride to stand before you
naked; down with my pride!
I bring my soul to you, a tender flower
my thought I bring to you, my orphanhood
I bring to you my love, my poverty.
I came wishing to be caught in the net of your lust.
I bring to you the mirror that reflects
all the sunsets and all the stars
as you wish them, as your desire commands
smash it to pieces with your golden hands.
To the lands of immenseness: dreamy
voyages, wishes for a safe trip…instead
of these the earth I want that I’m stepped on
by your beloved tender soles.
Βραδινὴ φωτιά, 1944
Evening Fire, 1944
Hellenic Canadian Literature 