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Seferis, Giorgos: Μυθιστόρημα ΣΤ´ - Μ. Ρ.

Portre of Seferis, Giorgos

Μυθιστόρημα ΣΤ´ - Μ. Ρ. (Greek)

Τὸ περιβόλι μὲ τὰ συντριβάνια του στὴ βροχὴ
θὰ τὸ βλέπεις μόνο ἀπὸ τὸ χαμηλὸ παράθυρο
πίσω ἀπὸ τὸ θολὸ τζάμι. Ἡ κάμαρά σου
θὰ φωτίζεται μόνο ἀπὸ τὴ φλόγα τοῦ τζακιοῦ
καὶ κάποτε, στὶς μακρινὲς ἀστραπὲς θὰ φαίνουνται
οἱ ρυτίδες τοῦ μετώπου σου, παλιέ μου φίλε.

Τὸ περιβόλι μὲ τὰ συντριβάνια ποὺ ἦταν στὸ χέρι σου
ρυθμὸς τῆς ἄλλης ζωῆς, ἔξω ἀπὸ τὰ σπασμένα
μάρμαρα καὶ τὶς κολόνες τὶς τραγικὲς
κι ἕνας χορὸς μέσα στὶς πικροδάφνες
κοντὰ στὰ καινούργια λατομεῖα,
ἕνα γυαλὶ θαμπὸ θὰ τὄ ῾χει κόψει ἀπὸ τὶς ὦρες σου.
Δὲ θ᾿ ἀνασάνεις, τὸ χῶμα κι ὁ χυμὸς τῶν δέντρων
θὰ ὁρμοῦν ἀπὸ τὴ μνήμη σου γιὰ νὰ χτυπήσουν
πάνω στὸ τζάμι αὐτὸ ποὺ τὸ χτυπᾶ ἡ βροχὴ
ἀπὸ τὸν ἔξω κόσμο.



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Mythistorema 6. - M.R. (English)

The garden with its fountains in the rain
you will see only from behind the clouded glass
of the low window. Your room
will be lit only by the flames from the fireplace
and sometimes the distant lightning will reveal
the wrinkles on your forehead, my old Friend.

The garden with the fountains that in your hands
was a rhythm of the other life, beyond the broken
statues and the tragic columns
and a dance among the oleanders
near the new quarries -
misty glass will have cut it off from your life.
You won’t breathe; earth and the sap of the trees
will spring from your memory to strike
this window struck by rain
from the outside world.



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