Poems by Thodoris Vorias (english translation: Maria Andreadelli)


Poems by Thodoris Vorias (english translation: Maria Andreadelli)

Αγγλική μετάφραση (από την Μαρία Ανδρεαδέλλη)



1.
Shoes
(Παπούτσια)


Who eliminated the people
from the street?

Shoes have remained in the
pavements
By habit, they copy
the movement, they walk
They are led to the pedestrian
crossings,
stop at the traffic lights
and then they keep on.

The entire city chrap-chroup
Chrap chroup
swallowed the language of noise.

No-one had anything
to say beforehand.



2.
In the exile
(Στην εξορία)

You took the world
to suck it in one piece
and found yourself exiled
with a cigarette in the balcony

Not here, only there
in the streets the exile will smash you.

The stone throwing didn't move consciences

The fists hurt you, they enlarged the wall
The posters faded, you expected them to scream
not even the signs did they yell on the wall,
they were covered with advertisements

The verses engraved you
wrinkle by wrinkle I measure your poems

You took your eyes,
you kept them in the small box of your eyeglasses
You took your hands you folded them
with the flag in the drawer
You took your ears and you sealed them,
in the exile, you said, one does not need many.






3.
Angels of murder

Angels of murder
in the nights of love,
pull the cast-off clothes
under your feet.
They slide inside them,
kill
your last breaths.
You blaze and melt
over your dead clothes,
trickle into the eyes
that stare at you through the sleeves,
through the ruptured zippers.



4.
Red circle

As if I'm watching you
staining a red circle on the wall.
The ochre is getting dislodged,
the colours
that the tenants had dyed on through the years
are spilling.
The adhesive of the old posting
is gushing out of the circle
along with all the sperm which was giving birth to ideas.
You are trying to understand
what you've done to the wall;
history is constantly being poured
on the pavement, on the asphalt.



5.
When the moon is full

When the moon is full 
it finds its way to slip on the Earth

In the midnight it washes its hair in the river 
it pours itself in the sea and swims 
it rolls on the tearful cheeks 
of the girls.

At home  
you pour water on your doorsteps 
so as the moon can climb 
till your front door.

Last night it took me 
to the top of the rocks, called Meteora
to travel Kalampaka. 



6.
In the castle of Platamonas

Outside the embrasures 
the clouds are heard 
they recount piratical gatherings 
they suspended deep red as they are 
reflecting the blood that is about to be spilled 

The sea has become dark
it stole the colour  
from the look of the sentry 

The ground 
before it holds its breath
-a few moments before the battle-
it smells origan
it shouts in the soul of the soldier,
Defend me! 



7.
Behind the Neptunium

At nights 
the captivated of love 
are led behind the Neptunium.

Half naked 
they surrender themselves 
to sighs and cuddling 
in the dark locker rooms 

At those moments 
some shadows detach themselves from others 
and are nourished 
by the leftovers of desire 

They drug their loneliness with whispers 
with a drowned sound of a kiss 
with a heavy breath
or a jerk of excitement.



8.
It did not want to watch the sea
(Δεν ήθελε να δει τη θάλασσα)

Tonight
the loneliness of the stars
does not flare into the sky.

Since this morning the White Tower
in the fog
does not want to watch the sea

You stepped outside
to smoke a cigarette
but you stayed for two hours
in the cold

Silence around;
Region surrounded
by Christmas luminous bobwires

The maid of night, Solitude,
is getting engaged to the scattered verses…
you can see them
they gathered around the pale moon
they daze it
they drug it
and it blurs.




9.
Full moon courses
(Δρομολόγια με την πανσέληνο)


Can you see that man with the gun?
He means to die.
He looks for bullets in his pockets
as if he’s looking for a lighter.
Can you see the other one?
He puts his hand into the inside pocket of his jacket
and he pulls his heart out.
He stares at it under the moonlight
and hands it over to the policeman
to verify the data.


Translated by Maria Andreadelli [2019]




10.
The world slipped into the abyss
(Γλίστρησε στην άβυσσο ο κόσμος)

The world slipped into the abyss
and the sun didn’t manage to save it.
The dove brought
a rag of darkness
and a baby’s cry.


Translated by Maria Andreadelli [2019]




11.
The wind blew from the direction of Palestine
(Φύσηξε από τη μεριά της Παλαιστίνης)

The wind blew from the direction of Palestine.
The clouds brought war
into our drowsy state.
It drizzled tears first
but now it’s pouring blood.
If it starts hailing,
God bless
the night walkers
who won’t have
bulletproof umbrellas.


Translated by Maria Andreadelli [2019]




12.
The repertoire of death
(Το ρεπερτόριο του θανάτου)

Every time, death
has its own repertoire.
There are the philharmonics,
who discern the music of each bullet.
Who discern the unique march
of their own death
among the thousands, loyal
to their target, bullets.
There are also the others who sigh,
insecure for their life,
depended on the coward,
the misguided bullets,
those which preferred to be ricocheted,
on the cold concrete,
those discordant
bullets of mercy.



Translated by Maria Andreadelli [2019]