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To A Friend
I
shall come upon the night, on the way that drags me along,
I shall come and find you there alone.
With indolent movements, eventide will spin her delicate shades,
drifting past your desolate window.
In the stillness of your room
you shall have me in-
books scattered around, consigned to silence deep.
And we shall sit side by side, musing over moments past,
yet long before we lose them, still are dying and last.
For the bitterness of ungrateful life, the dreariness,
for having no yearning, no craving,
for decay and silence abiding
plunged in brooding stillness
our speech and ultimate thought shall fade away.
But the night will come to rest
right at your window’s nest.
Scents and glittering stars and fair breezes shall mingle
with the grand call that Nature delivers,
with your heart that even silence itself will not
shelter.
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From
the Collection “An Echo amidst Chaos” |
Dream
I
gathered roses for you
wandering about the mount;
a thousand thorns in my view,
my clasping hands in hurt abound.
I longed so much for you to pass
through the icy northern wind,
holding a gift for you –alas-
tight against my bosom’s tilt.
I kept on gazing afar,
full of yearning was my heart
and my eyes streaming tears.
In
my craving I failed to see
the dead of night was drawing nigh;
and I cried and cried –whatever be-
me and my roses in the night.
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From
the “Unpublished Poems”
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Spring Has Drawn
High
My cherished one, Lady
Spring has drawn nigh. Each eve she deceives me
into playing with her resplendent scarf by the window.
Still,
at midnight I can hear your sad song
drifting elusively past the nocturnal bridal harp.
My
cherished one, all seek to lull me into a slumber sweet
and whisper to me that you have faded away, forever long.
But
all ’n’ everything of you shall reminisce,
turning my anguished yearning into a gaping wound.
My
cherished one, all do
unwittingly
remind me of you.
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From
the Collection “An Echo amidst Chaos”
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Come With Me
Come with me, for you
wished to tread
this distant, otherworldly peak.
Still, nurture no will to steadily descend,
since there is no return for you to seek.
And
you shall pay for the prevailing dread,
but not in havoc’s discontent, like in times gone.
Now you even set yourself to send
away your ultimate thought forlorn.
Our
hands shall touch only the hair,
suspending amid blankness vacant
that sweeps away the words we dare
as if it were a barrier blatant.
But
then the spells shall break ’n’ clear
and wilderness be our sole haunt.
With this and that we’d look like young ’n’ dear,
Appearances would not miss out.
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From
the Collection “An Echo amidst Chaos”
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Note: All the Poems were translated in English by
Evangelos Christopher Typoglou and were taken by the cd “The
Face of Love” by Nena Venetsanou.
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