Constantine Cavafy, Walls

Walls

Without consideration, without pity, without shame
they have built great and high walls around me.

And now I sit here and despair.
I think of nothing else: this fate gnaws at my mind;

for I had many things to do outside.
Ah why did I not pay attention when they were building the walls.

But I never heard any noise or sound of builders.
Imperceptibly they shut me from the outside world.


Constantine Cavafy, The City

The City

You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart lies buried like something dead.

How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.”
You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.
This city will always pursue you.
You’ll walk the same streets, grow old
in the same neighborhoods, turn gray in these same houses.
You’ll always end up in this city. Don’t hope for things elsewhere:
there’s no ship for you, there’s no road.
Now that you’ve wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you’ve destroyed it everywhere in the world.


Constantine P. Cavafy, Ithaka

Ithaka

As you set out for Ithaka
hope your road is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
angry Poseidon-don’t be afraid of them:
you’ll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
wild Poseidon-you won’t encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.

Hope your road is a long one.
May there be many summer mornings when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you enter harbors you’re seeing for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind-
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to learn and go on learning from their scholars.

Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you’re destined for.
But don’t hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you’re old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you’ve gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you wouldn’t have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.

And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you’ll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.


Βαλκάνια, Το τραγούδι του νεκρού αδερφού

Οι ομοιότητες μέσα από τη διαφορετικότητα…

Το τραγούδι του νεκρού αδερφού με παρόμοια πλοκή και την ίδια τραγική κατάληξη.

Ελλάδα, Του νεκρού αδερφού
Αλβανία, Κωνσταντής και Δοκίνα
Βουλγαρία, Λαζάρ και Πετκάνα
Σερβία, Η κόρη και τ’ αδέρφια της


Σερβία, Η κόρη και τα αδέρφια της

Η κόρη και τ’ αδέρφια της

Μάνα με τους εννιά τους γιους και με τη μια την κόρη

την κόρη τη μονάκριβη, την πολυαγαπημένη

τους τάιζεν και τους πότιζεν, ώσπου να μεγαλώσουν.

Φτάσαν οι γιοι της για γαμπροί κι η κόρη της για νύφη,

κι ήρθαν να τη γυρέψουνε οι τρεις προξενητάδες.

Στο κοιμητήρι είδεν εννιά και νιόσκαφτους τους τάφους

και το μαντάτο το πικρό δαγκάει τα σωθικά της,

που ο Γιόβαν πάει στου Χάροντα, με τ’ άλλα της τ’ αδέρφια.

Ευθύς κι αμέσως κίνησε στο σπίτι της να φτάσει,

κι έφτασε μόνη κι έρημη στη θύρα την κλεισμένη

κι ακούει κοράκους κρώζουνε, κοράκους και θρηνούνε.

Κι ουδέ κοράκοι κρώζουνε, κοράκοι ουδέ θρηνούνε

μόν’ είναι ο θρήνος ο γοερός της γερασμένης μάνας.

«Σήκω, μανούλα μου, άνοιξε, σήκω γλυκιά μου μάνα,

δεν είμαι ο πικροχάροντας, η θυγατέρα σου είμαι

κι ήρθα κοντά σου, η Γέλιτσα, από τους ξένους τόπους.

Κατέβηκεν η μάνα της, την πόρτα της ανοίγει

κι οι δυο στη γης επέσανε, κι οι δυο ξεψυχισμένες.

Ανθολογία Βαλκανικής Ποίησης, Οι φίλοι του περιοδικού «Αντί», Αθήνα, 2006.


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