Picture and Poem to match (October 08, 2006)Δημοσιεύθηκε: 30 Ιουνίου, 2009 | |
The old ships
I have seen old ships sail like swans asleep
Beyond the village which men still call Tyre,
With leaden age o’ercargoed, dipping deep
For Famagusta and the hidden sun
That rings black Cyprus with a lake of fire;
And all those ships were certainly so old —
Who knows how oft with squat and noisy gun,
Questing brown slaves or Syrian oranges,
The pirate Genoese
Hell-raked them till they rolled
Blood, water, fruit and corpses up the hold.
But now through friendly seas they softly run,
Painted the mid-sea blue or shore-sea green,
Still patterned with the vine and grapes in gold.
I received this poem as a comment
by an Irish friend in one of my pictures
on Flickr under the title «Redemption».
In a few days I will have it translated in Greek:
«Ειδα τα παλια καραβια να περνουν
αρμενιζοντας κοιμισμενα σαν κυκνοι...»
Ετσι, για να θυμηθουμε τους Παρνασιστες ποιητες.
Και για να μη με αποκαλουν ολη την ωρα μερικοι-μερικοι,
Μανω-λενη …Αναγνωστακη !
Which colour is your favourite?
- Syrian orange?
- Slave brown?
- Vine green?
- Grape gold?
- The colour of my photo?
- [poll closed]
Monday October 9, 2006 - 11:09pm (EEST)
Monday October 9, 2006 - 02:44pm (PDT)