Poetic-Verses from ATHANASE
Memoria rerum (English)
(Remembering Things)
« They left the door open onto the night,
Not a soul in this city… »
Yorgos Themelis (1900-1976)
On he worn matirial of your life, in its tranquil everyday creases,
a few ancient drops of blood left by the kisses of the sun !
In which year, in which season, in which garden was it, O memory ?
Do you really not know or are you refusing to recall ?
Hands of silk, flaming lips, serene smiles,
face chiselled by the caresses of the purest light, in which country
will you die now under the falling leaves of forgetful autumn ?
Memory, sustain, I beg you, the beating of my heart,
stop, if you still can,
the solemn collapse of honest words
into the dizzying abyss of the twilight poem !
It's everything over before it's begun,
has everything said before it's been said,
stealing a march, like sadness, on the shivering soul in waiting ?
Translated from the French by Norton Hodges
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Memoria rerum (English)
Memoria rerum (English)
