αγριμολογος

Αριστοτέλης Βαλαωρίτης (1824-1879)

Ἡ Ξανθούλα

«Μ᾿ ἀρέσ᾿ ἡ θάλασσα, γιατὶ μοῦ μοιάζει,
μ᾿ ἀρέσει, σ᾿ ἄκουσα νὰ λὲς κρυφά,
πότε ἀγριεύεται, βόγγει, στενάζει,
καὶ πότε ὁλόχαρη παίζει γελᾷ.
Δὲν εἶν᾿ ὁλόξανθη σὰν τὰ μαλλιά μου;
Δὲν εἶν᾿ ὁ κόρφος μου σὰν τὸν ἀφρό;
Μέσα στὰ μάτια μου τὰ γαλανά μου
δὲν ἔχω κύματα, τάφο, οὐρανό;
Μ᾿ ἀρέσ᾿ ἡ θάλασσα, γιατὶ μοῦ μοιάζει,
κι ἂς ἔχῃ μέσα της κόσμο θεριά…
Μὴ στὴν καρδούλα μου μὴ δὲ φωλιάζει
ἀγάπη ἀχόρταγη, σκληρὴ φωτιά;»
Κ᾿ ἐγὼ ἐχαιρόμουνα ποὺ χολιασμένη
φαρμάκι μὤσταζες μὲς στὴν ψυχή,
τὴ ζήλειά σου ἔβλεπα ξαγριωμένη,
στὰ χείλη σου ἔβραζε κάθε πνοή.
Τότ᾿ ἐκρεμάστηκα στὴν τραχηλιά σου
τὴ φλόγα σὤσβυσα μὲ δυὸ φιλιά,
τὴν ὄψι ἐβύθισα μὲς στὰ μαλλιά σου,
στὸν κόρφο σου ἔστησα κρυφὴ φωλιά.
«Κῦμα μου ἀνήμερο, ψυχή μου, φθάνει.
Μὴ μ᾿ ἀγριεύεσαι,πλάγιασ᾿ ἐδῶ…
Θἆμαι γιὰ σένανε γλυκὸ λιμάνι…
Τί ἀξίζει ἡ θάλασσα χωρὶς γιαλό;»

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Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love –
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me –
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud one night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we –
Of many far wiser than we –
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling -my darling -my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea –
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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Yves Bonnefoy (1923-2016)

Nous ne nous voyons plus dans la même lumière,
Nous n’avons plus les mêmes yeux, les mêmes mains.
L’arbre est plus proche et la voix des sources plus vive,
Nos pas sont plus profonds, parmi les morts.

Dieu qui n’es pas, pose ta main sur notre épaule, Ébauche notre corps du poids de ton retour,
Achève de mêler à nos âmes ces astres,
Ces bois, ces cris d’oiseaux, ces ombres et ces jours

Renonce-toi en nous comme un fruit se déchire,
Ellace-nous en toi.
Découvre-nous
Le sens mystérieux de ce qui n’est que simple
Et lut tombé sans feu dans des mots sans amour.

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