Four Greek Songs
- The shining stars which peek out behind the lovely new moon
are outshone by the full and brilliant bright lunar light which over all the earth scatters a silent sheen of silveriness.
- Hither from Kriti (Crete) come now to meto this tiny holy temple, this blessed place which has this beautiful meadow filled with apple trees and the aroma of incense sifting, wafting 'round the altars. There, too, babbling cool rushing water flowing under branches of apple trees and with roses the whole place now is shadowed and from shimmering dark green leaves the sleep of enchantment flows through. There, too, a meadow wherein graze the horses where spring flowers blossom, spreading open and with breezes blowing so gently
there you, *Cypris, now into our cups of gold pouring gracefully nectar with our joyous feast intermingle--intertwine.
- As blessed as a god it seems is he who sits by you; see how he encircles you, how soft he is when he whispers and when he smiles so sweetly at you oh then this tortured heart's not mine it breaks inside me, in my breast and as I look at you it seems as though I lose my voice and that I lose all sound and my tongue can't speak at all-- shattered and my body's frozen in torment suddenly I'm overwhelmed by fire, my eyes now darken bells ring in my ears, I am soaked with fear and wracked by trembling seizing me then entirely, more green than grass I am moving now toward death a little flying--floating--falling.
- On the ornate throne the bright immortal Aphrodite, daughter of the greatest god, with fear distress and anguish do not enslave my heart my soul, you I implore lady mine, but now draw nigh, as in the past when you listened to this voice of mine, my far away voice that you listened for; and then nearby to me you hastened, for then you left your father's palace, and then in your chariot of burnished gold, lovingly and beautifully to me you came, to this black world with swiftly flying sparrows flapping whirring wings down from heaven's edge through the midair and from breezes inside and quickly came down here to me, and you most blessed of all inquired of me with a smile on that godlike face of yours, what happened that made me call again and what from you this time I needed, and what now this time I wanted, inquires this crazed, this maddened soul of mine; what now do you ask more, what is it this time? "Whom am I to bring in to your arms, to your embrace now? What, Sappho, preoccupies you now? for if she runs from you away she'll just as soon to you return and if she disregards your gifts soon she will be giving you some if it is not you that she wants now, she all too soon shall love you." Come to me now and stay with me
and from the depth of all my deep despair deliver me and make it so my happiness returns, reawakens in me and the best of love will then fill my soul
as you now stand by me.
Greek Writers And Poets
- Arvanitakis Alexis-Writer
- Varos Dimitrios-Poet
- Dimou Nikos-Writer
- Castrinos Theodoros-Writer
- Hitiroglou Kallia-Writer/Poet
- Livanis Antonis-Poet
- Manthos George-Poet
- Nikolaidis Nikos-Writer
- "Prospero"-Poet
- Roussos Tasos-Writer/Poet
- Tsakonas A.P.-Poet
- Zisopoulou Nina-Poet/Writer