Kostas Tachtses poetry
To The Moon
My moon
I have nothing against you
how many times did I not enclose you
in my fist
as if you were a firefly
and how many times did I not sing you
I called you bright
wrote you letters
finally arriving at your name selene
I have nothing against you
how many times did I not enclose you
in my fist
as if you were a firefly
and how many times did I not sing you
I called you bright
wrote you letters
finally arriving at your name selene
Translation by Den Kostos
_________________________
Κώστας Ταχτσής
ΣΤΟ ΦΕΓΓΑΡΙ
Φεγγάρι μουδέν έχω τίποτα έναντίον σου
πόσες φορές δέ σ’έκλεισα
σά νά ’σουνα πυγολαμπίδα
μέσ’ τή φούχτα μου
καί πώς δέ σέ τραγούδησα
σ’είπα λαμπρό
σού ’γραψα γράμματα
κι’ έφτασα στό σημείο νά σέ πώ
σελήνη
No comments:
Post a Comment