Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Because I've dreamed by Maria Polydouri

Why doesn't the dawn want to me to smile
and has hidden away its rosy shape?
Sweet the dream today I have made
where blossomless the dream's been buried.

But with no hope will it bless me
as it remains dressed in grief,
with a purple glimmer in its face
which in blurry tears suffocates.

Oh, had it remembered that once
in the winds of autumn past
that for the blue ether I had longed for
of the dream, before the evensong call.

And that it would come where my bitter
life has finally tilted blossomless finally,
to give me a sweet smile and spread hither
her flowers' rosy secrets tenderly.

Translated from Greek by yours truly.

The image was taken from here.

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