Κυριακή 10 Φεβρουαρίου 2013

"To a Greek Marble" Richard Aldington


Pótuia, pótuia  
White grave goddess,  
Pity my sadness,  
O silence of Paros.

I am not of these about thy feet,  
These garments and decorum;  
I am thy brother,  
Thy lover of aforetime crying to thee,  
And thou hearest me not.

I have whispered thee in thy solitudes  
Of our loves in Phrygia,  
The far ecstasy of burning noons  
When the fragile pipes  
Ceased in the cypress shade,  
And the brown fingers of the shepherd  
Moved over slim shoulders;  
And only the cicada sang.

I have told thee of the hills
And the lisp of reeds
And the sun upon thy breasts,

And thou hearest me not,  
Pótuia, pótuia
Thou hearest me not.

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