Hamam in Nicosia

The fatman

And Jethro Tull's Fatman

Happy world of advertisment

Living in shadow

Lost in Nicosia II

Stop for a beer. Lost in Nicosia

Working day

Anagnostakis Manolis poetry

'' THE MORNING . . . ''

In the morning
At 5
The dry
Metallic echo
After the loaded trucks
That shattered the doors of sleep.
And the final ‘adieu’ of the day before
And the final steps on the damp tiles
And your last letter
In the arithmetic notebook from your childhood
Like the grill on the small window
Which slides up the parade of the morning’s
Joyous sun with perpendicular black lines.

 

Translation: Philip Ramp
http://www.poetryinternationalweb.net/pi/site/poem/item/2568/auto/THE-MORNING-.-.-

Hidden walkers

Occupied city of Nicosia III

See also '' Occupied city of Nicosia I & II ''  http://wwwplan-sequence.blogspot.gr/2011/09/2008_18.html

Nocturnal thoughts

Τhe red poem

Γιώργος Δουατζής ποίηση

 Κόκκινο ποίημα

Στάζανε οι λέξεις κάτι κόκκινο
αίμα, χρώμα
κάτι κόκκινο έσταζαν οι λέξεις
και το ποίημα έδειχνε αιμόφυρτο

αλλά κι αν ήτανε κρασί
κόκκινο, κατακόκκινο
και μεθυσμένο το ποίημα
αιμόφυρτο θα έδειχνε

σαν το πρώτο παιδικό ποδήλατο
που σκουριασμένο στο υπόγειο
ανακαλεί μνήμες δεκαετιών
κι ακόμα κοκκινίζει τα γόνατα
με ματωμένες αταξίες

Η Ποίηση είναι, μην ανησυχείς
φεύγει μόνο με αποδόμηση κυττάρων
κι ίσως με τη σιωπή της γνώσης
κάνει τα όνειρα αληθινά
κι ας είναι αιμόφυρτα ή μεθυσμένα

 

Details of Nicosia II

Occupied city of Nicosia II

See also '' Ooccupied city of Nicosia I & III " http://wwwplan-sequence.blogspot.gr/2011/09/2008_18.html

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Metropolis

The hidden biker

The walls III

  

  Elytis Odysseus poetry

 “BURNISHED DAY,
CONCH OF THE VOICE…” 

Burnished day, conch of the voice that fashioned me
Naked, to step through my perpetual Sundays
Between the shores’ cries of welcome,
Let your wind, known for the first time, blow freely
Unfold a lawn of tenderness
Where the sun can roll his head
Can enflame the poppies with his kiss
Poppies nourished by men so fine
That the sole mark on their bare chests
Is the blood of defiance that annuls sorrow
And attains the remembrance of liberty.

I spoke of love, of the rose’s health, of the ray
That by itself goes straight to the heart,
Of Greece that steps so surely on the sea
Greece that carries me always
Among naked snow-crowned mountains.

I give my hand to justice
Diaphanous fountain, sublimest spring,
My sky is deep and changeless
All I love is incessantly reborn
All I love is always at its beginning.

(Translation: Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard. From: Sun the first)

 see also ''The walls I, II''  http://wwwplan-sequence.blogspot.gr/2011/09/blog-post_24.html