Return (Kostas Karyotakis Poems)
In your current is the laughter of the gods,Saronica immortal, the blessing of our ship,like your deep calm, and just ...
In your current is the laughter of the gods,Saronica immortal, the blessing of our ship,like your deep calm, and just ...
Were this boundless ocean frozen,I'd run home along the ice,Forgetful even of this seagullThat keens its loneliness and mine.The journey ...
WAINAMOINEN'S WEDDING-SONGS.At the home of IlmarinenLong had they been watching, waiting,For the coming of the blacksmith,With his bride from Sariola.Weary ...
CAPTURE OF THE FIRE-FISH.Wainamoinen, the enchanter,The eternal wisdom-singer,Long reflected, well considered,How to weave the net of flax-yarn,Weave the fish-net of ...
INot yet had History's Aetna smoked the skies,And low the Gallic Giantess lay enchained,While overhead in ordered set and riseHer ...
THE FROST-FIEND.Lemminkainen, reckless minstrel,Handsome hero, Kaukomieli,Hastens as the dawn is breaking,At the dawning of the morning,To the resting-place of vessels,To ...
Tom Hill was in the saddle,One bright November morn,The echoing glades of Guiting WoodWere ringing with his horn.The diamonds of ...
BIRTH OF THE SECOND HARP.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,Long reflecting, sang these measures:"It is now the time befittingTo awaken joy and gladness,Time ...
If those twin gardens of delight,Thine eyes, were ever in my sight,I would no pink or roses seek,Save those which ...
EVEN iron can put forth,Even iron.This is the iron age,But let us take heartSeeing iron break and bud,Seeing rusty iron ...
Do you remember that careless band, Riding o'er meadow and wet sea-sand, One autumn day, in a mist of ...
See! the pale autumn dawnIs faint, upon the lawn That lies in powdered white Of hoar-frost dightAnd now ...
Wind piercing, hill bare, hard to find shelter;Ford turns foul, lake freezes.A man could stand on a stalk.Wave on wave ...
O rising Sun, so fair and gay,What are you bringing me, I pray,Of sorrow or of joy to-day?You look as ...
Late autumns, winters, spring-times steeped in mud,anaesthetizing seasons! You I praise, and lovefor so enveloping my heart and brainin vaporous ...
Frail growth these blossoms had, so sad and few: As when on some warm February day An early rose unfolds ...
Though Time has silvered o'er thy honored head, And left some traces on thy gallant form,Upon thy soul no hoar-frost ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Best and brightest, come away, Fairer far than this fair day, Which, like thee, to those in sorrow Comes to ...
Athwart the bed I watch the moonbeams cast a trail So bright, so cold, so frail, That for a space ...
The hoar-frost crumbles in the sun, The crisping steam of a train Melts in the air, while two black birds ...
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