SOME POEMS BY GREEK POET
KONSTANTINOS  BOURAS

 

 

 

EROS  PALIMPSEST

 

Be mellow like clouds

Be mellow like tempestuous sea

                       with tranquil depth

Be mellow like cypress trees

                        inflamed by thunder

Be mellow with the sword

                        in the holy war your psiche

                                summons you to

Be mellow like the thorn

                        piercing the breast

                           of a nighingale

                       compelling it to sing

Be mellow like the dagger   

                        plunged into your flesh

                      to whiten

                        the lungs in light

Be mellow amongst ogresses

                        dwelling in your chamber

                      be gallant

                       gaze at them if you may

                         for above water Medusa

                       becomes a lump of clay

Be mellow  hearken to the song of the sirens

                       fasten on the one spar

                             with Ulysses

But alas

                             if at the moment

of the most exquisite happiness

you plug your ears

                             your sanity shall be lost

Be mellow   even encountering your demon

                             ejecting swords

                       sow them in your chest

                             like a helmet

Be mellow

and let the indian utter

that once you find your other self

                             you shall perish

                           swing along with it

                               in the water of the one cave

                           bite its tongue

                           pierce its frame through daily

for if you feel remorse

                           you shall be lost.

Be mellow

sleepless for eternity

if you must

sowing flowers in the desert

to be uprooted by shimoon

Be mellow

like the sword

without a sheath.

 

 

 

ELENI PLAYS BACKGAMMON AT ARGOS

 

The breeze in the interim of our reasoning

towering cicadas' songs

to depilate

the weariness of desires unfulfilled

 

and you a celestial fire

from the union

of Aris and Aphrodite

with weeping

and inconsistent movements of a child

are pleading

for the rest of the story.

 

It's time for us to purify the silence

possessed by the inexpressible

like the empty cafés

inhabited in the nights

by the deceased playing backgammon

in the mirrors

for even Pure Logic

through which it is reflected

abides in Chance and Need.

 

Now and then around the tables

glides Eleni of Sparti

gently touching the collars of the jackets

entrapping with her golden name

the dice in the air

and the men are crying out

like rowers enfeebled by the tempest

and Ponos cries

wounded

by the presence of divine beauty.

 

It's time for us to purify the silence

possessed by the inexpressible

like us the lepers of the mercy

born alone

in voluptuous moments

playing backgammon with the deceased

in the sanctuary

of underwater caves

to abstain the battle cries

of a war that has ended

and of a new one that shall begin

and Eleni

               - ah! - Eleni

                         of Sparti

gently touching the collars of the jackets

juggling with the golden name

the dice in the air

                                 - double six! -

and the men crying out

like the rowers reposed

by the tempest

and Ponos cries

wounded

by the presence of divine beauty.

 

 

 

 

PEACE

 

Our soul towards caress inclines

As thirsty lips towards a brawling spring

 

Heliotropes tilt to face the wheel of Sun

And the condemned head

       the headman's blade

                averts

 

Craving for the leniency of the Judge

 

Our body tends towards calm

As tired hands towards the sky of blue

Loins lean towards the stalk of Spring

       and desire's crest

            detests the hammer o Time

       longing for the readiness of the Lover.

 

Our soul towards Peace inclines

As eels towards fresh water.

 

 

 

 

TIME IMPRISONED

 

Trust the Emptiness

   That Beauty that you thought was lost

shall suddenly appear to yoiu

   and Time, an alchemy

          destined to babies

deviates,

   when by some longing's magnet

is mislead

    Silence-proof

Resists

    the obvious violation

of the accepted way to measure

those kisses you've been hiding

    inside your sight's

open prison

The hand over-adroitly approaches

    caresses that no one

has had the chance

          to grab.

 

 

 

MARTYR

 

Crouched with snakes

        and catamounts

we stir our heads

   each time one sighs

and up the sky ascends

                   the cry.

We sing - what else

                  to do? -

and by the by the sward

           grows longer

and by the by the rope

grows tighter roung the throat.

 

And the martyr keeps crying

                                  along

         and his cry is like

                         tearing

               the sky apart.

 

 

 

THE FLIGHT

 

Stars prick your naked

   heels

with suction's speed

at the other side of yond

and you fear nothing

for there

no sadness exists

no sigh exists

or the demand of looks

waiting for sacrifice

Not even the need for a message

exists, for there

is everything

the voice of those who left

            who are

and who shall come

 

that silence is full of clang

    that never is filled up.

 

(Translation by Youyouka Triantafyllidi)