TO ΤΡΑΓΟΥΔΙ ΤΗΣ ΤΕΛΕΥΤΑΙΑΣ ΣΥΝΑΝΤΗΣΗΣ

 

TO ΤΡΑΓΟΥΔΙ ΤΗΣ ΤΕΛΕΥΤΑΙΑΣ ΣΥΝΑΝΤΗΣΗΣ

Στο στήθος ένα σφίξιμο
το βήμα χάνω, πάω βιαστική
από την αγωνία, την λαχτάρα, φόρεσα
το γάντι το αριστερό, στο χέρι το δεξί.
Τόσα σκαλιά ν’ ανέβω, αδύνατον.
Μα, είναι τρία, χρυσή μου.
Ηχος γλυκός σαλεύει μες στα δέντρα
και το φθινόπωρο μου λέει “Πέθανε μαζί μου”.
Η τύχη μου παντοτινά ασταθής
άχαρη, σαν εσένα. Είμαι απελπισμένη.
Λύση καμιά δεν βλέπω, ω! ακριβέ.
Πεθαίνω εγκαταλειμμένη.
Tο βλέμμα στρέφω, να το σπίτι μας κι η κάμαρα
κεχριμπαρένια καίνε τα κεριά
της τελευταίας μας συνάντησης το σμίξιμο
και η φωνή σου μες στ΄ αυτιά μου ακόμα τραγουδά».

Σαν άσπρη πέτρα μέσα στο πηγάδι,
μια ανάμνηση εντός μου επιμένει.
Ούτε μπορώ ούτε θέλω να τη διώξω:
είναι χαρούμενη μαζί και λυπημένη
Μου φαίνεται πως θα τη δει αμέσως
όποιος βαθιά στα μάτια με κοιτάξει.
Και θ’ απομακρυνθεί συλλογισμένος
σαν για μια θλιβερή ν’ άκουσε πράξη.
Ξέρω πως οι θεοί μεταμορφώναν
ανθρώπους σ’ αντικείμενα μ’ αισθήσεις
ώστε να ζουν παντοτινά οι εξαίσιες θλίψεις.
Ως η ανάμνησή μου εσύ θα ζήσεις


Άννα Αχμάτοβα

 

 

Διαβάστε μια ανάρτηση με πολλές πληροφορίες για την "Ρούσα "Αντιγόνη"

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if by Rudyard Kipling

If  If you can keep your head when all about you  Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;  If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,  But make allowance for their doubting too:  If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,  Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,  Or being hated don't give way to hating,  And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;  If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;  If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,  If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster  And treat those two impostors just the same:.  If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken  Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,  Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,  And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;  If you can make one heap of all your winnings  And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,  And lose, and start again at your beginnings,  And never breathe a word about your loss:  If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew  To serve your turn long after they are gone,  And so hold on when there is nothing in you  Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"  If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,  Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,  If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,  If all men count with you, but none too much:  If you can fill the unforgiving minute  With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,  Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,  And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!  Rudyard Kipling

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All nature has a feeling

 

 

All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks

 
Are life eternal: and in silence they 

Speak happiness beyond the reach of books; 

There's nothing mortal in them; their decay 

Is the green life of change; to pass away 

And come again in blooms revivified.

 
Its birth was heaven, eternal it its stay, 

And with the sun and moon shall still abide 

Beneath their day and night and heaven wide. 

John Clare*

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Serenity

 

Keep A Tranquil Mind

Remember in difficult times to
keep a tranquil mind, and in good times
to keep from becoming overjoyed,
my Dellius who is yet to die,

whether you live always in sadness
or on festal days in far-off field
reclining you take delight in a
famed vintage of Falernian wine.

Why do the tall pine and white poplar
love to unite their foliage in
inviting shade? Why does the rushing
water press on through its winding banks?

Bring wines and perfumes and the too-brief
flower that blooms on the lovely rose
while good fortune and our youth allow,
and the dark threads of the three Sisters.

You'll leave your boughten lands and your house
in the country, washed by the Tiber —
you'll leave them, and some heir will acquire
the wealth you piled high. And whether

you're rich and of ancient lineage
or you're poor and sleep beneath the stars,
in the end it makes no difference: for
pitiless Orcus will have your soul.

We are all gathered to the same place:
the lot of all is turned in the urn
of Fate, who will come forth and place us
in the skiff, for eternal exile.

HORACE*

*(Quintus Horatius Flaccus, Venusia, December 8, 65 BC – Rome, November 27, 8 BC, known in the English-speaking world as Horace, was the leading Roman lyric poet during the time of Augustus.)

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Play Your Cards Right

Play Your Cards Right, originally uploaded by Troy Holden.

Play Your Cards Right



Do you really think I’m stupid, because I know for a fact there is no such person as cupid.
You kick it with me and tell me how I am mature and how my love is pure.
You say I would a make a girls dreams come true, that I’m that guy who can see things all the way through.
How can you tell me all these things and then not even bother to see me for yourself? Instead you find someone else and leave me to rott on the shelf.
Are you just looking into my eyes and feeding me lies?
Seening you look at them other guys, makes me feel like apart of me dies.
I thought I was your perfect match but I guess not, I guess you can say I’m just a blind spot.
But you know what I’ve learned to keep my head up high and look beyond the skies.
If you can’t see me for who I am that’s fine, I’m gonna find that special someone along the line who will show me the sign that she was meant for me, We will forever be on cloud nine.
Along the while you see me with her thinking why I chose her?
Then you’ll remember that big blur. And just as you look back a sudden realization will occur.
That should have been you, but you chose to differ.
Your dealing with a improper faction that has no common denominator except resentment.
Love aint a fair game; you win some and lose some, The only difference is how big the jackpot was and how well you played the cards you were dealt.
Sorry but you only have yourself to blame.

Mikey Estrada

"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler

Eagle (Lovely Lighting)

Lovely Lighting, originally uploaded by zpaperboyz.

The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler

Dream.......

Dream......., originally uploaded by Evi.Greece.

Love's Young Dream
by Thomas Moore


Oh! the days are gone, when Beauty bright
My heart's chain wove;
When my dream of life, from morn till night,
Was love, still love.
New hope may bloom,
And days may come,
Of milder calmer beam,
But there's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream:
No, there's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream.

Though the bard to purer fame may soar,
When wild youth's past;
Though he win the wise, who frown'd before,
To smile at last;
He'll never meet
A joy so sweet,
In all his noon of fame,
As when first he sung to woman's ear
His soul-felt flame,
And, at every close, she blush'd to hear
The one loved name.

No, -- that hallow'd form is ne'er forgot
Which first love traced;
Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot
On memory's waste.
'Twas odour fled
As soon as shed;
'Twas morning's winged dream;
'Twas a light, tht ne'er can shine again
On life's dull stream:
Oh! 'twas light that n'er can shine again
On life's dull stream

"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler

Neptunes & Jupiters dance

Neptunes & Jupiters dance, originally uploaded by Katarina 2353.

NEPTUNE GOD OF THE SEA

An Olympian God like no other
God of the sea, guards ocean portal
Cronus his father, Rhea his mother
He can never age and is immortal

Cronus sent all his offspring to Hades
Always in fear he would be overthown
Rhea sent Neptune to Rhodes by the sea
Hidden from his father, his fate unknown

Gods taught Neptune his mystical power
This God of Atlantis would rule the sea
Gigantic in stature he would tower
Helped by Zeus, set his sibblings free

Clash with the Titans lasted ten years
Zeus, Neptune victorious they became
Protector of fishermen, he appears
Poseidon was to be his other name

His magical powers made oceans swell
Fires powerful bolts from each hand.
Can be invisible so no one can tell
Transport himself in dimensions overland

Made by the cyclopes, a trident to hold
Water pressure raised with white caps
It helps him make tidal waves to behold.
Make fog and storms, move ships in a snap

Healer of humans and amphipious
Tranform beings into other shapes
This powerful God from Mount Olympus
Turned stallion to seahorse on the cape

"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler

Ελπίδα.......

Ελπίδα......., originally uploaded by Evi.Greece.

Σας είδα κάτω από την πύρινη βροχή
με τα πλακάτ και τα σκουτιά τα ματωμένα
Εσάς που κάματε τη δύσκολη αρχή
κείνα τα χρόναι τα βαριά τα κολασμένα.
Σήμερα πάλι βλέπω τα δικά σας τα παιδιά
σμάρι μες του πελάγου τη Σπηλιάδα
για όσους πάνε να σταυρώσουν την Ελλάδα...

Νίκος Καββαδίας.

"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler

Tied to a fading memory of something lost in time

Tied to a fading memory of something lost in time, originally uploaded by neloqua.

"...and here we are again
the door is closed behind us
and the long road lies ahead
where do we go from here
it's time to make a change
lets trace the problem to its source
no more riding the waves
on a river that's run its course
I stood at the door to a new beginning
two choices before me and I was afraid
tied to a fading memory
of something lost in time
afraid to make the change
scared to leave the past behind
the future called and frightened I turned away
we stand at the door to a new beginning
two choices before us don't be afraid
close your eyes, forget the fear
leave the past behind..."

"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler

beauty of nature....

beauty of nature...., originally uploaded by Vegaslyra.

New life bursting forth
Refreshed from winter's slumber
Rejoicing in spring.

Haiku - Seasons
by Veronica Ann Cech

"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler

one of the reasons that i love spring

one of the reasons that i love spring, originally uploaded by [Elsa.B.].

Here is my little garden,
Some seeds I'm going to sow.
Here is my rake to rake the ground,
Here is my handy hoe

Here is the big, round yellow sun;
The sun warms everything.
Here are the rain clouds in the sky;
The birds will start to sing.

Little plants will wake up soon,
And lift their sleepy heads;
Little plants will grow and grow
In their little, warm earth beds.


www.dltk-holidays.com/spring/poem/my-spring-garden.htm

"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler

secret gardens

secret gardens, originally uploaded by Mattijn.

Secret Garden (Shakesperean Sonnet)

Fresh morning dew, still dripping from the rose,
the blue birds sing their wishful, songs of hopes.
My garden has still breath - it alone knows,
the secrets that are bound with grassy ropes.
Pure love is endless – the bird’s sing of truth,
sweet blossoms bow so humbly, to their voice.
They rest in old age and then dance in youth,
blameless and pure of heart - they all rejoice.
They're out of sight - hidden - like precious gems,
the rainbows do yield, while all time transcends.
The roses stand tall on their thorny stems,
as giving thanks, to their fair feathered friends.

My secret garden cast your spell in mist.
Mark down your truths on an unending list.


"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler

Do you think we're lost

Do you think we're lost, originally uploaded by pixelediting I'm traveling and is back on 1 may.

I don't really want to say goodbye
I don't really want to leave you
But now I have to go away
Stay away from you forever

What we had was something special
Deep down from our hearts
But now I have to go away
And leave you from my heart.



"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν."  "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler

Cherry Blossoms @ Pagoda

Cherry Blossoms @ Reading's Pagoda, originally uploaded by visitPA.

From every direction
cherry blossom petals blow
into Lake Biwa
by Basho

Basho (bah-shoh), pseudonym of Matsuo Munefusa (1644-94), Japanese poet, considered the finest writer of Japanese haiku during the formative years of the genre. Born into a samurai family prominent among nobility, Basho rejected that world and became a wanderer, studying Zen, history, and classical Chinese poetry, living in apparently blissful poverty under a modest patronage and from donations by his many students. From 1667 he lived in Edo (now Tokyo), where he began to compose haiku.

"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler

Moonshine, Orion Rising on Vilano Beach With Notes

Moonshine, Orion Rising on Vilano Beach With Notes, originally uploaded by JamesWatkins.

Words (James Watkins)

There are words above all others-
that fix themselves like stars-
bright beacons in the darkness-
heights hidden in the heart.

They alone take awesome stand--
against the tides of life-
in armed array of power-
an army clothed in might.

Like seeds that fall on watered ground-
form fertile flowing fields-
grown gentle- guides in patience pruned
with perfect plural yields.

Established on foundations strong-
bold buildings built to last-
against the rule of raging time-
eternally recast.

Triumphant- time-transcendent-
translucent, touched and twirled-
the truth unbound and glorious-
runs rampant through the world.

To conquer mountain standing tall
across the pilgrimed path.
And bring to birth the vision small-
the unseen to our grasp.

And leaving doubt behind us-
chaff driven by the wind-
each enemy of hope and faith-
unchallenged to an end.

Now standing hard behind us-
there thronged by secret thralls-
authority and mercy meet-
beyond the cloistered walls.

To loose the power petrified,
by fear’s unyielding grip.
Torn from years of solitude-
this single silent trip.

Bought before on battleground-
beyond the mortal veil-
pursued by death- prevailing -
through ancient rights assailed.

Passed from grave to live again-
new formed the narrow path.
Within the reach of every man-
a gateway firm and fast.

Now brought to bear the tidings glad-
entrenched in solid ground-
in waking realms of glory-
a kingdom newly found.

Come taste the bread of heaven-
and drink the wine of life-
with fellowship and faithfulness
in everlasting light.

Where promises now harvested,
join late and early rain-
appearing at the altar bold-
the circumstances plain.

To stand behind each spoken word-
against the darkened lie-
that proudly boasts against us-
before an open sky.

And crushing all resistance-
bring victories large and small-
to every realm of being-
delivered from the fall.

Extending out beyond ourselves-
we yield to greater need-
and find that loss in giving-
makes living ...
a flowing stream.


"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler

Light Scrambler

Light Scrambler, originally uploaded by JamesWatkins.

I’VE FALLEN UPWARDS (James Watkins)

I’ve fallen upward,
Into the lights,
Slipping away from
Darkness and night.

Up through the evening,
Into the clouds,
Faster and faster,
Spinning around…

Celestial highways,
Smoother than sound,
Daylight and darkness,
Turned upside down!

I’ve fallen upward,
Flung from the earth
Leaving the ground
Of original birth…

Kaleidoscope colors,
Circling clowns,
Blended with backgrounds,
Faces and crowds.

Just one step forward,
A turn to the right,
A slight separation,
And I will take flight!

"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler

Lightning in Perhentian Island, Terengganu, Malaysia

Lightning in Perhentian Island, Terengganu, Malaysia, originally uploaded by Fadzly @ Shutterhack.

The Tempest

by James T. Fields

We were crowded in the cabin;
Not a soul would dare to sleep:
It was midnight on the waters,
And a storm was on the deep.
’Tis a fearful thing in winter
To be shattered by the blast,
And to hear the rattling trumpet
Thunder, “Cut away the mast!”

So we shuddered there in silence,
For the stoutest held his breath,
While the hungry sea was roaring,
And the breakers threatened death.

And as thus we sat in darkness,
Each one busy in his prayers,
“We are lost!” the captain shouted,
As he staggered down the stairs.

But his little daughter whispered,
As she took his icy hand,
“Isn’t God upon the ocean,
Just the same as on the land?”

Then we kissed the little maiden,
And we spoke in better cheer;
And we anchored safe in harbor
When the morn was shining clear.

"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler

The Great Orion Nebula...and N.Vrettakos

The Great Orion Nebula...and N.Vrettakos, originally uploaded by brexians.

The Great Orion Nebula
The Orion Nebula (also known as Messier 42, M42, or NGC 1976) is a diffuse nebula situated south[b] of Orion's Belt. It is one of the brightest nebulae, and is visible to the naked eye in the night sky. M42 is located at a distance of 1,344 ± 20 light years and is the closest region of massive star formation to Earth. The M42 nebula is estimated to be 24 light years across. Older texts frequently referred to the Orion Nebula as the Great Nebula in Orion or the Great Orion Nebula.
The Orion Nebula is one of the most scrutinized and photographed objects in the night sky, and is among the most intensely studied celestial features. The nebula has revealed much about the process of how stars and planetary systems are formed from collapsing clouds of gas and dust. Astronomers have directly observed protoplanetary disks, brown dwarfs, intense and turbulent motions of the gas, and the photo-ionizing effects of massive nearby stars in the nebula. There are also supersonic "bullets" of gas piercing the dense hydrogen clouds of the Orion Nebula. Each bullet is ten times the diameter of Pluto's orbit and tipped with iron atoms glowing bright blue. They were probably formed one thousand years ago from an unknown violent event.
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N. Vrettakos was born in the village of Kokees, near Sparta, and published his first collection of poems, Under Shadows and Lights, in 1929, at the age of seventeen. That same year he moved to Athens to attend university, but left after a year to take a series of jobs as a clerk in various businesses. In 1937 he began a thirty year career in the Greek Civil Service, also seeing combat service in the Greco-Italian War during this period. In 1967 he responded to the takeover of Greece by a military dictatorship by going into self-imposed exile in Switzerland and Italy, where he remained until returning to Greece in 1974. He also wrote a poem about Kostas Georgakis, the student who set himself ablaze in Genoa as a protest against the junta.
Nikiphoros Vretttakos was considered one of Greece's most important poets. He won a number of prizes and medals, including the Greek State Poetry Prize twice. Some of his poems became popular songs in musical settings by Greek composers, including Mikis Theodorakis. His verse was also translated into many languages. He was also elected as a member of the Academy of Athens in 1987.

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"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler

The Last House

The Last House, originally uploaded by visiticeland@hotmail.com.

The Last House

"The last house..."
a poem by
Rainer Maria Rilke

The last house of this village stands
as alone as if it were the last house in the world.

The road, that the little village cannot hold,
moves on slowly out into the night.

The little village is but a place of transition,
expectant and afraid, between two vast distances,
a passageway along houses instead of a bridge.

And those who leave the village may wander
a long time, and many may die perhaps
along the way.


Rainer Maria Rilke
from The Book of Hours


"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler