Nikos Engonopoulos
HYMN TO THE GLORY OF THE WOMEN WE LOVE
(...) the women we love are forests
each of their trees a signal of love
and if in thee forests they make us lose our way
each of their trees a signal of love
and if in thee forests they make us lose our way
it is exactly then
that we find ourselves
we are truly alive
and when from afar we hear storms approaching
and the wind brings us
the music and the tumult
of fairs
or the trumpets of peril
nothing—naturally—can frighten us; surely the thick foliages will protect us/
since the women we love are
forests (...)
that we find ourselves
we are truly alive
and when from afar we hear storms approaching
and the wind brings us
the music and the tumult
of fairs
or the trumpets of peril
nothing—naturally—can frighten us; surely the thick foliages will protect us/
since the women we love are
forests (...)
(Translated by THANASIS MASKALERIS)
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