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typewriter-worries · 2 years
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I am both wound and knife
Maria Nephele: A Poem in Two Voices, Odysseus Elytis ( @feral-ballad ) |  Giuditta con la testa di Oloferne, Fede Galizia | Judith, August Riedel | Ideology, Aria Aber ( @cithaerons ) | Courage, Anxiety and Despair: Watching the Battle, James Sant | Vigil, Clementine von Radics
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feral-ballad · 2 years
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Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Athan Anagnostopoulos, from Maria Nephele: A Poem in Two Voices; "The Poet's Song"
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luthienne · 2 years
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Odysseus Elytis, from Maria Nephele (trans. from the Greek by Athan Anagnostopoulos)
[Text ID: Hello grief / Good morning grief / you've settled permanently within us]
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lillyli-74 · 9 months
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..the witchery of beautiful eyes.
~Odysseus Elytis
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mournfulroses · 6 months
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Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrad, from "Aegean Melancholy,"
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jardindefruits · 1 year
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I lived the beloved name In the shade of the aged olive tree
Odysseus Elytis, tr. Edmund Keeley & Philip Sherrard, ‘The Wind That Loiters’, Selected Poems
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derangedrhythms · 1 year
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[…] the psychic work necessary to conceive of an angel is more painful and frightening than that which manages to midwife demons […]
Odysseus Elytis, from 'First Things First', tr. Olga Broumas
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vulnerasti-cor-meum · 23 days
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Aegeïs
In our ignorance there Justice formulated in the language of the birds is reproduced continually overflowing the city walls sparkling from one conscience to another empty of body like a Hertzian wave not finding an antenna to receive it and yet transmitting the divine message the ambrosia-scented music
from Maria Nephele, Odysseus Elytis (A. Anagnostopoulos transl. 1981)
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oldwinesoul · 1 year
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“you arrived dyed by the sunrise / With the sea's age in your eyes”
—Odysseus Elytis, Age of Glau-cous Memory (tr. by Jeffrey Carson and Nikos Sarris)
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nireis · 7 months
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Marina of the Rocks
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You have a taste of tempest on your lips—But where did you wander All day long in the hard reverie of stone and sea? An eagle-bearing wind stripped the hills Stripped your longing to the bone And the pupils of your eyes received the message of chimera Spotting memory with foam! Where is the familiar slope of short September On the red earth where you played, looking down At the broad rows of the other girls The corners where your friends left armfuls of rosemary.
But where did you wander All night long in the hard reverie of stone and sea? I told you to count in the naked water its luminous days On your back to rejoice in the dawn of things Or again to wander on yellow plains With a clover of light on you breast, iambic heroine.
You have a taste of tempest on your lips And a dress red as blood Deep in the gold of summer And the perfume of hyacinths—But where did you wander Descending toward the shores, the pebbled bays?
There was cold salty seaweed there But deeper a human feeling that bled And you opened your arms in astonishment naming it Climbing lightly to the clearness of the depths Where your own starfish shone.
Listen. Speech is the prudence of the aged And time is a passionate sculptor of men And the sun stands over it, a beast of hope And you, closer to it, embrace a love With a bitter taste of tempest on your lips.
It is not for you, blue to the bone, to think of another summer, For the rivers to change their bed And take you back to their mother For you to kiss other cherry trees Or ride on the northwest wind.
Propped on the rocks, without yesterday or tomorrow, Facing the dangers of the rocks with a hurricane hairstyle You will say farewell to the riddle that is yours.
- Odysseas Elytis
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chasemisprintedlies · 1 month
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typewriter-worries · 1 year
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i am the knife. i am all blade.
Saint Catherine of Alexandria (1598-99) - Caravaggio | Giuditta con la testa di Oloferne, Fede Galizia | Judith, Artemisia Gentileschi | Judith, August Riedel Courage, Anxiety and Despair: Watching the Battle, James Sant | Judith Beheading Holofernes, Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio | Maria Nephele: A Poem in Two Voices, Odysseus Elytis
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monogreek · 8 months
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Untitled (collage, 1979) by Odysseus Elytis (1911-1996)
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luthienne · 2 years
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Odysseus Elytis, from Maria Nephele (trans. from the Greek by Athan Anagnostopoulos)
[Text ID: Poetry O my Saint — forgive me / but I need to stay alive / to cross over to the other side; / anything would be preferable / to my slow assassination by the past.]
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lillyli-74 · 1 year
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I hid so much within myself even I myself didn’t know it.
~Odysseus Elytis
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virtuouslibertines69 · 5 months
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"And what I say, what I love remains untouched in its shadows. Innocences and pebbles in the depth of a translucency. Sensation of crystal." - Odysseus Elytis, from The Collected Poems; “The Concert of Hyacinths,”
Photo © Natalia Deprina
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