He loved the drums since childhood.
He carried them in mind with him
used to put them to give the signal
once for aggressive advance,
once for tactical retreat, subterfuge.
He had connected them with violent conflicts,
hand-on severe attack,
suffocating siege,
sinking causing naval battle,
defeat's and victory's clamor, yell.
He used even to amble in their pacing rate,
mostly as marshal or admiral champion,
sometimes as chased protagonist,
when he had got rid of shield, spear, bow, paddle,
not to be burden in his flight, regress.
He preferred the role of a triumpher
but alternately amid the clatter of their clang
he played the role of the defeated sufferer,
to imagine, to live, to get experience in humiliating them.
In joyful ordinary music feasts
he thought they betrayed their primary part,
that of the war's art under the beat of drums.
Young teenager when in need
to handle the arrows of his heart,
he wanted them to accompany its shot's whistle.
As assailing drummer, used to see in front of him
victims of the charm of their clangs.
Adult already, upsets him their clack.
He can not control their pulse,
werewolves do not obey him anymore.
Rattling in anarchic stomp disturb his own step,
echo in his ears like the wild voice of Pan
panicing humans and cattle
on the rough Arcadian gorgeous paths.
How can he carry them recusant,
order them to give others, to opposites,
the motto of the stampede,
that he figured his power in hand!
He resents heavily not to be him,
whom he believed to be,
the conductor of the orchestra
who defines rhythm and pulse,
as when imaginative young.
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One particularly modern view of the EPIC is to place the story of a perhaps fictional but representative individual against a background of Big Historical Events. The young protagonist's drumming shows his impatience with the pace of life, his aggressive noise shows he wants to be valued for himself, his persistence shows he is anxious to make a mark on the world. Gradually, he realizes there are largerforces at works that ignore him. That's where you leave tasting failure for the first time. But he will rally. Bang! Bam! Bum! He will keep beating the rhythm of life.
A vindicated prophesy was it, since it was written for the leader of the oppositio who becamme our primeminister.He was promising to everybody everything, , was menacing the world's markets that when in power they will dance in the rythm his drums will by him be hit.A laicist, cheap demagogue who now reaps the bitter fruits of his falsity arguments.
Think, dear Daniel that the poem was written having in mind the leader of the opposition then party in Hellada who became and serves as our prime minister.He was so aargante, demagogue, lier... promising everything to everybody....sayng that when in power he will hit the drams and the markets will follow his rythm...The poem proved to be a vindicated prophesy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Since childhood. Thanks for sharing.
This is the kind of politicians everywhere almost in the world, who thing the world is their's.