Να το τσακώνουμε
εν τη γενέσει
το συναίσθημα
και να το ρίχνουμε
στον Καιάδα
Παρασκευή, Απριλίου 29, 2011
Τετάρτη, Απριλίου 27, 2011
The Rain
All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quiet, persistent rain.
What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it
that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me
something other than this,
something not so insistent—
am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness.
Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out
of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.
Robert Creeley
come back again,
and again falls
this quiet, persistent rain.
What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it
that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me
something other than this,
something not so insistent—
am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness.
Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out
of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.
Robert Creeley
Κυριακή, Απριλίου 24, 2011
Τετάρτη, Απριλίου 20, 2011
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Σάββατο, Απριλίου 16, 2011
Πέμπτη, Απριλίου 14, 2011
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Κυριακή, Απριλίου 03, 2011
Σάββατο, Απριλίου 02, 2011
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