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A POEM WITH A CLASSICAL FLAVOR
A POEM WITH A CLASSICAL FLAVOR
You take a thing whose nature is self-evident
and universally admitted, like wine
Judging its truth in the darkness of night
will be hard work, for sure
Better to do it in sunlight,
Then and not till then will you be able to make a sound
or judge its captivating taste
It is similar to its effect and I can be
fairly hustled to find out the other truths of its flavor
Then how was I, after this drinking
to resist this pretty woman, with her subtle manners,
her well-timed tears, her parenthetic sighs?
Lingering farewells,
joyful welcomes, judicious airs and graces, song and lyre--all
were brought to bear on us within an hour
What a finished mistress is this life
we lead, who has ruined many before
No, I will run away from her by way
of the Ionian Sea or the blue Aegean
No tremendous storm can harm me
though I like billows of water and whirlwinds and hail
On my way I was compelled to take in all sail
but got there eventually, and she
standing on the beach rock and leaning and smiling
hurled herself into my views and disagreements
all her judicious airs and graces forgotten
but, as I said earlier, take a thing whose nature is self-evident
and universally admitted, like this woman
or this man, and trail cables after them to break
the force of their united waves
You will not succeed
until you die from the effort, nameless soul on a beach
and what’s the use then
the dead do not make sounds or anything else
but only diffuse a bitter truth in the air, in all seasons
Nikos Tselepides
Athens, Dec. 20th, 2005
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