Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Athan Anagnostopoulos, from Maria Nephele: A Poem in Two Voices; "The Poet's Song"
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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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..the witchery of beautiful eyes.
~Odysseus Elytis
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Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrad, from "Aegean Melancholy,"
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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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[…] 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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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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“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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Marina of the Rocks
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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Untitled (collage, 1979) by Odysseus Elytis (1911-1996)
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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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I hid so much within myself even I myself didn’t know it.
~Odysseus Elytis
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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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