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Ελένη
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Ελένη (Ελληνικά) |
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Ασκήσεις επιπέδου 1 |
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A great pain has fallen upon Greece. So many bodies dropped Into the jaws of the sea, into the jaws of the earth So many souls given to the grindstones, like grains of wheat And the rivers were flooding muddy with blood. For a linen waving, a nebula, A fluttering of a butterfly, a swan’s feather For an empty tunic, for some Eleni. And my brother? Nightingale, nightingale, nightingale What is God? What is not a God? And what is in between them? “Songbirds don’t let you sleep in Platres”. A bird in tears, Upon Cyprus, sea-kissed which was destined to remind me of my homeland, I stood alone with this fairy tale, If it is true that it’s a fairy tale, If it is true that humans wouldn’t fall in again for the old deception of the Gods again; If it is true that some other Teukrus, years after, Or some Ajax, or Priamus, or Ekavi or some stranger, anonymous who nevertheless has seen Scamander flooded with corpses, isn’t in his fate to hear to messengers coming to say that so much pain, so many lives went to the abyss for an empty tunic, for some Eleni. |
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