"Αηδίες - ο χρόνος έγινε για να κυλάει
οι έρωτες για να τελειώνουν
η ζωή για να πηγαίνει στο διάολο
κι εγώ για να διασχίζω το Άπειρο
με το μεγάλο διασκελισμό ενός μαθηματικού υπολογισμού,
μονάχα όποιος τα διψάει όλα
μπορεί να με προφτάσει,
ότι ζήσαμε
χάνεται,
γκρεμίζεται μέσα στο σάπιο οισοφάγο του χρόνου
και μόνο καμμιά φορά,
τις νύχτες,
θλιβερό γερασμένο μυρηκαστικό τ' αναμασάει η ξεδοντιασμένη
μνήμη,
όσα δε ζήσαμε
αυτά μας ανήκουν -"
Θελω να γινω δικος σου,
να υπαρχω,να ζω,να περιφερομαι
γυρω σου,πανω σου,μεσα σου.
Θελω να γινω το νικητηριο τροπαιο σου,
στον αεναο πολεμο με τις υπερτιμημενες κι ανεκπληρωτες φαντασιωσεις του ερωτα.
Θελω να γινω η τροφη
που θα τραφουν τα ονειρα,οι ποθοι και οι επιθυμιες σου.
Τα πιο βαναυσα,τα πιο σκοτεινα,ανομα και βλασφημα "θελω" σου.
Θελω να γινω ο κρυφος σου θησαυρος
και να με ξοδεψεις απληστα και σπαταλα σ' ατελειωτα κι εκφυλα οργια
απεγνωσμενων συνευρεσεων.
Θελω να γινω στιλετο στο χερι σου,
να κοβεις μαζι μου κομματια απ' τις νυχτες σου
και να χαραζεις ουλες στα βελουδινα σεντονια της μοναξιας σου.
Θελω να γινω το θηραμα
που θα σπαρταραει αιμοφυρτο στην φονικη παγιδα της ομορφιας σου
Γιατι προτιμοτερος ο θανατος απο αυτην,παρα η ζωη χωρις αυτην...
Yes, everything I'll give to you,
And for myself just keep
The cloud there floating in the blue,
The dragon-fly that leaps,
The birches that are changing hue,
The autumn landscape's hum,
The million drops of sparkling dew
That to the boughs have clung.
How fine to roam the peaceful fields
When warm sun strokes green shoots,
When you can hear the rustling breeze
Touch lightly gable roofs,
See gleaming woods,
The countryside
extending
everywhere,
And meet your youth again, green-eyed
With flowing golden hair...
O ocean liner you sing and sail
Your body white and your funnels yellow
Tired of the anchorages’ filthy waters
You who have loved the faraway sporades
You who have raised the highest rebel banners
You who sail boldly into the most dangerous waters
Hail, who have let yourself be ravished by the sirens
Hail, who have never feared the clashing rocks.
O ocean liner you sing and sail
Over the radiance of the sea with gulls
And I am in your cabin as you are in my heart.
O ocean liner you sing and sail
The breezes recognize us and unloose their hair
They run towards us and their folds are fluttering
Some of pure white and others deepest purple
Folds of heartbeats folds of joy
Of the betrothed and the newly married.
O ocean liner you sing and sail
Clamor before you here, whales in your wake
From deep inside you children draw beatitude
And from your face, affinity with you
And you resemble those you and I know
Because we know what whale means
And how it is that fishermen hunt fish.
O ocean liner you sing and sail
They take to flight who sneer at you in secret
Who sell your nets and feed themselves on fat
While you traverse the prairies of the ocean
And sail into harbors decked in plumes
And jewelry from the lovely mermaid
Who bears your kisses still upon her breast.
O ocean liner you sing and sail
Your smoke-trail is a strand of destiny
Uncoiling in the ether and ascending
Like the black locks of a voluptuous heavenly virgin
Or like the lyric cry of the muezzin
When your prow flashes on the waves
As the word of Allah flashes on the Prophet’s lips
And in his hand his bright unerring sword.
O ocean liner you sing and sail
Along the tracks of deeply folded furrows
Which glitter in your wake like tracks of triumphs
Channels of defloration footprints of pleasure panting
In the bright light of burning noon or underneath the stars
When your turbines turn faster and you scatter
Foam to the left and foam to the right upon the shivering waters.
O ocean liner you sing and sail
It seems to me our journeys run together
I think that we resemble one another
Our circles are a part of all creation
Forbears of generation still emerging
We sail we travel forward without guilt
Forges and mills and factories are we
Great plains and oceans and assemblies
Where young men come together with their maidens
And then inscribe upon the sky the words
Armala Porana and Velma.
O ocean liner you sing and sail
Apple trees blossom always in our hearts
With their sweet juices and their shade
To which the young girls come at noon
So they can taste love with us
And afterwards so they can see the harbors
With the tall belfries and the towers
Where landlocked maidens climb
To dry their hair.
O ocean liner you sing and sail
Our lyres of boundless joy ring out
