A first attempt in poetry

Tonight will mark my first attempt to Greek (not exactly) poetry. I scribbled it today on my way to and from work.


My apologies to those that will not understand the below... you can try running it through a translator, but a lot will get lost in translation. I have also included another poem, one of my favourites, by Khalil Gibran, for your entertainment. 


To those that will understand it, love it or hate it, just be gentle :) 

Στη κοπέλα με το μελαγχολικό βλέμμα


Η κοπέλα που κάθεται απέναντι μου
Η κοπέλα με το μελαγχολικό βλέμμα


Μάτια όμορφα, που λαμπυρίζουν και αντικατοπτρίζουν
τις μικρές φωτιές του Ήλιου του καλοκαιριού
όπως τότε, την ημέρα που την γνώρισα.


Τα σκούρα της μαλλιά που με προκαλούν να θάψω
μέσα τους το πρόσωπό μου
και με μιάς να ανασάνω όλες τις υπέροχες μυρωδιές
της γλυκύτητας της.


Το χαμόγελό της, απλό, σχεδόν αφοπλιστικό
Η λάμψη του, παρακαλεί τα Ουράνια να παραδοθούν,
και γοερά να κλάψουν,
γιατί δεν μπορούν να συγκριθούν


Ο έναστρος ουρανός ποτέ δεν έχασε πιο όμορφα την λάμψη του
απο τότε που ακούμπησες δίπλα μου


Γι' αυτό δεν χρειάστηκε ποτέ 
να κοιτάξω ψηλότερα 
απο το ύψος των ματιών σου
Αφού εκεί, εκεί βρίσκεται η πραγματική γαλήνη


Ανάμεσα στα χέρια σου,
Ανάμεσα στο στήθος σου,
Εκεί, εκεί στο κέντρο της καρδιάς σου


Ο κάθε χτύπος της πιασμένος
ανάμεσα σε δυο μικρές ανάσες.
Το δικό μου οξυγόνο.
Ο δικός μου παράδεισος.


Κοπέλα με το μελαγχολικό βλέμμα
κοίτα με, κοίτα με γλυκά και χαμογέλα...
Αν ξέρεις πως τολμώ, θα τολμήσεις;
... Θα τολμήσεις να μ' αγαπήσεις;

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A Lover's Call XXVII by Khalil Gibran

Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little 

Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you 

As infants look upon the breast of their mothers? 

Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of 

Virtue has been placed in your honor, and upon 

Which you offer my heart and soul as sacrifice? 

Or amongst the books, seeking human knowledge, 

While you are replete with heavenly wisdom? 

Oh companion of my soul, where are you? Are you 

Praying in the temple? Or calling Nature in the 

Field, haven of your dreams? 

Are you in the huts of the poor, consoling the 

Broken-hearted with the sweetness of your soul, and 

Filling their hands with your bounty? 

You are God's spirit everywhere; 

You are stronger than the ages. 

Do you have memory of the day we met, when the halo of 

You spirit surrounded us, and the Angels of Love 

Floated about, singing the praise of the soul's deed? 

Do you recollect our sitting in the shade of the 

Branches, sheltering ourselves from Humanity, as the ribs 

Protect the divine secret of the heart from injury? 

Remember you the trails and forest we walked, with hands 

Joined, and our heads leaning against each other, as if 

We were hiding ourselves within ourselves? 

Recall you the hour I bade you farewell, 

And the Maritime kiss you placed on my lips? 

That kiss taught me that joining of lips in Love 

Reveals heavenly secrets which the tongue cannot utter! 

That kiss was introduction to a great sigh, 

Like the Almighty's breath that turned earth into man. 

That sigh led my way into the spiritual world, 

Announcing the glory of my soul; and there 

It shall perpetuate until again we meet. 

I remember when you kissed me and kissed me, 

With tears coursing your cheeks, and you said, 

"Earthly bodies must often separate for earthly purpose, 

And must live apart impelled by worldly intent. 

"But the spirit remains joined safely in the hands of 

Love, until death arrives and takes joined souls to God. 

"Go, my beloved; Love has chosen you her delegate; 

Over her, for she is Beauty who offers to her follower 

The cup of the sweetness of life. 

As for my own empty arms, your love shall remain my 

Comforting groom; your memory, my Eternal wedding." 

Where are you now, my other self? Are you awake in 

The silence of the night? Let the clean breeze convey 

To you my heart's every beat and affection. 

Are you fondling my face in your memory? That image 

Is no longer my own, for Sorrow has dropped his 

Shadow on my happy countenance of the past. 

Sobs have withered my eyes which reflected your beauty 

And dried my lips which you sweetened with kisses. 

Where are you, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping 

From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need? 

Do you know the greatness of my patience? 

Is there any spirit in the air capable of conveying 

To you the breath of this dying youth? Is there any 

Secret communication between angels that will carry to 

You my complaint? 

Where are you, my beautiful star? The obscurity of life 

Has cast me upon its bosom; sorrow has conquered me. 

Sail your smile into the air; it will reach and enliven me! 

Breathe your fragrance into the air; it will sustain me! 

Where are you, me beloved? 

Oh, how great is Love! 

And how little am I!