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Seferis, Giorgos: Mythistorema 2. (Μυθιστόρημα Β´ in English)

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Μυθιστόρημα Β´ (Greek)

Ἀκόμη ἕνα πηγάδι μέσα σὲ μιὰ σπηλιά.
Ἄλλοτε μᾶς ἦταν εὔκολο ν᾿ ἀντλήσουμε εἴδωλα καὶ στολίδια
γιὰ νὰ χαροῦν οἱ φίλοι ποὺ μᾶς ἔμεναν ἀκόμη πιστοί.

Ἔσπασαν τὰ σκοινιὰ μονάχα οἱ χαρακιὲς στοῦ πηγαδιοῦ τὸ στόμα
μᾶς θυμίζουν τὴν περασμένη μας εὐτυχία:
τὰ δάχτυλα στὸ φιλιατρό, καθὼς ἔλεγε ὁ ποιητής.
Τὰ δάχτυλα νιώθουν τὴ δροσιὰ τῆς πέτρας λίγο
κι ἡ θέρμη τοῦ κορμιοῦ τὴν κυριεύει
κι ἡ σπηλιὰ παίζει τὴν ψυχή της καὶ τὴ χάνει
κάθε στιγμή, γεμάτη σιωπή, χωρὶς μία στάλα.

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Mythistorema 2. (English)

Still one more well inside a cave.
It used to be easy for us to draw up idols and ornaments
to please those friends who still remained loyal to us.

The ropes have broken; only the grooves on the well’s lip
remind us of our past happiness:
the fingers on the rim, as the poet put it.
The fingers feel the coolness of the stone a little,
Then the body’s fever prevails over it
and the cave stakes its soul and loses it
every moment, full of silence, without a drop of water.

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