Showing posts with label The light in Germany_Το φως της Γερμανίας. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The light in Germany_Το φως της Γερμανίας. Show all posts
Old memory of a distressed afternoon in Düssedorf-Germany
What is happening in my greek brain and I prefer german light most than greek clarity of blue sky?
I think I know the answer.
I think I know the answer.
Köhler Barbara poetry
'' RONDEAU ALLEMAGNE ''
I’m hanging on, a stranger to this land,
Caught up by love that drives me beyond the bounds
Between the skies. Where you are is your look-out.
I’m hanging on a stranger to this land.
Caught up by love that drives me beyond the bounds,
To break the agreements is to me what matters,
To laugh, although I tear my heart in tatters,
Caught out by love that drives me beyond the bounds.
Between the skies where you are is your look-out:
The bloody pennant’s raised, the airship falls,
No land in sight, a rope, perhaps, that holds
Between the skies. Where you are is your look-out.
Caught up by love that drives me beyond the bounds
Between the skies. Where you are is your look-out.
I’m hanging on a stranger to this land.
Caught up by love that drives me beyond the bounds,
To break the agreements is to me what matters,
To laugh, although I tear my heart in tatters,
Caught out by love that drives me beyond the bounds.
Between the skies where you are is your look-out:
The bloody pennant’s raised, the airship falls,
No land in sight, a rope, perhaps, that holds
Between the skies. Where you are is your look-out.
Translation: 1997, Georgina Paul
Two darken walls
Δεν είναι πολύ
να κοιτάς, απλώς, το πουλί
πως ονειροβατεί ψηλά στον θόλο
του σύμπαντος δάσους
στο ενδιάμεσο της γης που σε συγκρατεί
και τ' ουρανού που το χρώμα του
το χρώμα των ματιών σου συγκροτεί
το χρώμα των ματιών σου συγκροτεί
The light in Germany_Το φως της Γερμανίας II
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 Titos Patrikios poetry
THE STORY OF OEDIPUS
He wanted to solve riddles
and illuminate the darkness where everyone gets comfortable much as it weighs them down. He was frightened not by what he saw but by the refusal of others to accept it. Would he always be the exception? He could no longer stand solitude. So to find his fellow men he plunged the two pins deep into his eyes. Still he distinguished by touch the things that no one wanted to see. © 1975, Titos Patríkios From: Proeretiki Stasi Publish |
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