Nikos Engonopoulos
HYMN TO THE GLORY OF THE WOMEN WE LOVE
(...) the women we love are lakes
our burning lips whistle in their reeds
our beautiful birds swim in their waters
and then
as they soar up—proud as they are—
they reflect them /
the lakes
on their banks the poplar trees are lyres
whose music drowns all sorrows inside us
and as they overflow our being
with joy with calm
the women we love are
lakes (...)
our burning lips whistle in their reeds
our beautiful birds swim in their waters
and then
as they soar up—proud as they are—
they reflect them /
the lakes
on their banks the poplar trees are lyres
whose music drowns all sorrows inside us
and as they overflow our being
with joy with calm
the women we love are
lakes (...)
Translated by Thanasis Mascaleris
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