Showing posts with label Greek Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Greek Poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, November 22, 2025

JAZRA KHALEED ~

 





Class Hatred Is Growing

 


Each day from morning till night

from night till morning

class hatred throughout the world is growing.

It's growing a hundred megajoules per second

ten spans per hectare, growing growing.

We never felt the earth so close to us, fallow and deserted

never was our throat parched by so much violence

never our days had so few feet to run with

never, never

it is carnivorous the nature of our class, voracious

its blows are calculated and its pain mortal

as it goes on burying its dead by memory.


Each day class hatred is growing

it piles in the produce market

it piles in construction sites

its piles in strawberry fields

it piles in telephone centers

it piles in office corridors

and in assembly lines

it piles up on my fingertips.

There's never been so much class hatred

in the breasts of proletarians

in their heartbeat and commotion

in their spelling and their syntax.

They wake up, brush their teeth

are dressed, go to work

and class hatred is always growing

filling with bones their words

filling with logic their insanity

filling with gravel their shoes

it's burning their lungs

it overflows out of their pockets

they don't know where to put it anymore.


Class hatred is growing

in both the short and median air waves

in analog and digital signals

in electric circuits.

When it passes through a resistor

the temperature isincreased

the electric loads are increased

the density of the suppression force is increased

on the condition that the system

is not subject to any reverse alteration.

Class hatred is always analogous

to the square of the devaluation of labor

and analogous to the intensity of exploitation.

Class hatred is a mathematical ratio

connecting the law of lavue

with the second law of thermodynamics

and my own skeletomuscular disorders.


Class hatred is an investment risk

class hatred doesn't yield a guaranteed dividend

it's capital's exposure to the denial of labor

it's a sure way to lose your money.

Class hatred is a case of lesser violence

a danger relative to industrial disasters

with malfunctions, sabotage and wild strikes.

Don't expose yourselves to class hatred

if you don't grasp the nature and the extent of risk

the economic damages you'll very likely incur.


Class hatred is growing in all continents

it's growing in all its rags and all its weapons

its growing in all languages and all dialects.

As it grows the stones blossom in the hands

the heart beats on the anvil

the horses gallop in the breast

and inside me,

World Poetry, 2025 ah comrades, inside me

it overflows the rivers pouring in my body.


translated by Angelos Sakkis


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Jazra Khaleed

The Light That Burns Us

World Poetry, 2025





Saturday, October 25, 2025

GEORGE SEFERIS ~




Selva Oscura


When I close my eyes, I find myself in an expansive darkness

the color of dawn; I sense it on your fingertips.

Forget the lie that helped you live.

Bare your feet, bare your eyes —

very few things remain when we've bared ourselves

but in the end we can see them exactly as they are.

When I close my eyes I always find myself on a path,

the yards ruined to the right and left and in the corner

the house with windowpanes beaten by the sun, empty

I thought of your fingertips beating against the panes.

I thought of your heart beating behind the panes

and the very few things that set a man apart from others

are never overcome.

You don't know anything because you looked at the sun.

Your blood dripped into the black leaves of the laurel bush.

I see the nightingale and the marbled moon of evenings past,

when I dragged your blood into the river, dyeing it red.

I ponder — when I ponder — I ponder

my veins and the mystery of your hands,

guiding carefully, descending step by step.

When I close my eyes, I find myself in an expansive garden.


                                                                                  May 1937



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George Seferis

Book of Exercises II

World Poetry 2024

Translated from the Greek by Jennifer R. Kellogg



Saturday, March 23, 2024

DIARIES OF EXILE ~

 



DIARY OF EXILE III



April 25


This year the blackbirds are the tiles

on the roof of summer.

Fear gropes like the blind man's hand

for the handle of the door.

You sit on a rock

You're calm because you're tired

you're good because you were afraid

you forget easily because you don't want to remember

you don't forget.




May 1


The soldier crushed his cigarette into the ground.

How easily every single thing can be crushed.

Across the water, Laviro.

Who is it who said: the women reapers

with the swallows' scythe?


Cover your ears with your hands.

Shame. Shame.




May 3


The people sit in the sun

they take off their jackets

their boots become tight

the soldiers' armpits sweat.

You rub a little thyme between your fingers.


This is how we slowly slowly age

above the second death.




May 4


Someone is smoking beside the guardhouse.

The evening star looks out above the mountain

as if it's knocked on the wrong door.

The utility poles darken

they stretch full length

afraid they'll bend.




May 5


They owe us a lot.

If we don't get it back

we'll owe that too.


The floorboards are moldy from the damp

the windows warped the panes broken

dirtied sheets loose boots

the bread has no odor

the people have grown very thin

like saints.


Concentration camp

Makronisos, 1950



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Yannis Ritsos

Diaries of Exile

translated by Karen Emmerich & Edmund Kelley

Archipelago Books, 2013