Throughout blue nights
glisten mountains’ eyes,
eyes of death, eyes of fright,
by icy horror paralysed.
Charmed by some spell
till Dawn’s first beams,
in hazy menace they dream,
like all those ancient kings who fell.
But let the East begin to shine
and the fatal charms are broken.
High up and first in line
the eldest brother has awoken.
From the head of the next there rolls
a stream onto the heads of all the others,
till, glistening in crowns of gold,
all the family’s resurrected with the brothers!
Сквозь лазурный сумрак ночи
Альпы снежные глядят —
Помертвелые их очи
Льдистым ужасом разят —
Властью некой обаянны,
До восшествия Зари
Дремлют, грозны и туманны,
Словно падшие цари!..
Но Восток лишь заалеет,
Чарам гибельным конец —
Первый в небе просветлеет
Брата старшего венец.
И с главы большого брата
На меньших бежит струя,
И блестит в венцах из злата
Вся воскресшая Семья!..
«They gave themselves to sad monotonous / tasks, until their strength was spent. / Half-dead among them, only I / distracted their predicament. They looked at me and they forgot / their bubbling kettles boiling dry, / the boots of felt that scorched on stoves / — all listening to my po...»
«Those poems that I wrote and forgot / and burnt before I could forget them — / there are not enough hammers and chisels / to knock them down and beat them down. Those poems that I shouted out on the radio / and published in the newspaper: / better for me to have silenced them, so to spe...»
«Yes, I know, she's wonderful, / But even with heavenly beauty / Would she try in vain / To eclipse my golden crown. Many-columned and vast / My radiant temple stands; / There in the fragrance of idols / The incense of praise does not die down. There I am queen! I rule / The throng of...»
«I love the beauty of the sun / And the Hellenic Muse's creations, / But I worship the Cross, / The Cross, as a symbol of suffering. What meaning has the discord between time and place? / We'll all dissolve into infinity. / And poised above us in the gloom of black eternity / Alone...»