20 Σεπ 2008

"Nestoras I. Poulakos : Adversities (2008)" [Translated by Yannis Goumas - 2008]


You stood behind the bar
a girl of few words.
I never spoke to you in excess.
I was usually afraid of the dangers.
I ask myself
how it would be
without
this moment of lovemaking.
But you are laughing
happily,
you don’t want
tears and chagrin
in your eyes
only
delight
and a minute of coexistence
with boundless love
in the desolate night.
Look!
Sex and logic
are neither friends
nor enemies.
But an elegiac blending,
a mystic judgment
and life redemptive,
heretic.
Bacchus said so.
And he lived by drinking alcohol
from your lips.
Fatal!
Enough.
Forget what I said.
It was a moment’s intoxication,
a life’s corollary,
the unity of souls,
the separation of bodies.
Yet I shed tears
Of love’s lost swans.
So,
I’ll come
on your body
spurting

parched love without a morrow.

*

I saw you again
and you smiled at me.
You said how much you liked
that poem,
while sweetly feeling
my lips.
And if I ever tell you
about your body,
I shan’t be able to resist
and I’ll gently caress
your warm breasts
but it’s my love
that weeps
and I’ll run
after you to give you
a crimson rose.
As happened to my heart
ever since that chilly night
when you held my hand
and kissed me passionately
-- but what’s all this?
I wondered and cherished
the warmth
of your eyes
and your breath
when you went away.
And I make rhymes when your prints
are distanced from me
and I speak to an urchin at the traffic lights

about you and me.

*

Just friends, I heard your lips saying.
Look, I didn’t know
what to say first
and what to show you first.
A girl looked me
deep in the soul
wanting me
to fritter away
her winsome years
in the shade of silence.
So it’s all over.
I’ve nothing more to say.
I drink and drink again
without the need to cry.
That’s why I skiddoo
and leave town
with your blank look

in the ungodly flight.

*

Again tonight
I wander aimlessly
through empty streets
and spooky places.
Loneliness, grief, despair,
tearful
and an account
of serious events
stilted
speechifying.
I’m bored with my every moment
because I loved -- without
knowing what?
The end is the beginning
my heart’s conch
rends
my body?
Your body?
Who knows.
If something is to happen
it’ll happen on the deserted city’s
cloth of reason

Loneliness is
to live far awayfrom the people you love.

*

Two days of dissipation
aren’t enough to fall in love with you
as a lonely,
crazy,
poet would want to,
his head under the influence
and his soul
addicted.
Feel
“What I forgot and is to you
unfair
will later be for me
such being the cycle of life,
that you’ll tire me I know
and I’ll have to quit,
but we’ll meet again
there where Fate
the divinity of Spring
the roaring wind
the elegy of paradox
and the sanctum of love
so wish.”
But no, you won’t feel
that’s for certain.
By listening to jazz
I hamstrung my mind,
drinking all the time
like that beggar
remember?
He came near as we danced in the street
I was saying how much I loved you
and he wished us well
And you didn’t believe him
Words of a boozer, you said
“Speaking about space-time
you’ll fall into the mind’s swirl
and hear a voice
reciting Proust
but then

oh, how pointless!You’ll be dead.”