Even though we have broken their statues,Even though we drove them out of their temples,
In no wise did the gods die for all that.
O land of Ionia, it is you they love still,
It is you their souls still remember.
When upon you dawns an August morn,
Some vigour of their life pervades your atmosphere,
And once in a while, an ethereal, youthful form,
Indistinct, in rapid stride,
Passes above your hills.
In no wise did the gods die for all that.
O land of Ionia, it is you they love still,
It is you their souls still remember.
When upon you dawns an August morn,
Some vigour of their life pervades your atmosphere,
And once in a while, an ethereal, youthful form,
Indistinct, in rapid stride,
Passes above your hills.
imagem: fotogramas de Megalexandros (1980), de Theo Angelopoulos.
(poema e filme oferecidos pelo senhor da Alvenaria)
1 comentário:
Excelente escolha de fotogramas, João. Grécia, Grécia.
O texto original, já agora.
Ἰωνικόν
Γιατὶ τὰ σπάσαμε τ' ἀγάλματα των,
γιατὶ τοὺς διώξαμεν ἀπ' τοὺς ναούς των,
διόλου δὲν πέθαναν γι' αὐτὸ οἱ θεοί.
Ὦ γῆ τῆς Ἰωνίας, σένα ἀγαποῦν ἀκόμη.
σένα ἡ ψηχές των ἐνθυμοῦνται ἀκόμη.
Σὰν ξημερώνει ἐπάνω σου πρωΐ αὐγουστιάτικο
τὴν ἀτμοσφαίρα σου περνᾶ σφρῖγος ἀπ' τὴν ζωή των·
καὶ κάποτ' αἰθερία ἐφηβικὴ μορφή,
ἀόριστη, μὲ διάβα γρήγορο,
ἐπάνω ἀπὸ τοὺς λόφους σου περνᾶ.
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