Joseph S. Josephides Poems

Τhey allowed my aunt to visit her old family home
then the neighbour Turkish boy kneeled to her feet,
started kissing her hand, as in the past, and begged:
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The poet, away from his mother since a boy, was crying
‘Oh voice, oh mother, constant comfort in my childhood,
the sweet tears of your eyes shower a rain over me! '
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1. Zeus, the absolute Olympian being,
never gave a hand to support the mortals,
yet, they never stretched a finger to revolt.
Inevitably they adored him, imitated him,
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Second of November in Mexico, day of souls*,
a feast making the life of Death hard and dull.
From the altar of our homes we carry the flame,
candles, flowers, tablecloths to stretch over graves,
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My eyelids I close like curtains,
Ι see you in there as my vision.

I have chosen the new path,
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Hierarch Sinorix desired Galatea,
behaved as buzzard, plotted and killed
her husband Sinatos, so now she as widow
has no choice but take the hand of Hierarch.
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Before I define what prevails, justice or wisdom,
or how the one burns, how the other refreshes,
I ask the angel if he prefers: love, faith or hope.
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You Dorians, did you ever believed you could conquer us
with spears, or split our bodies with double-edged swords?

How ignorant you are! It’s hard to explain to you the miracle,
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The virgo girl dances in the public baths,
waving lightly her transparent veil,
her breeze wraps and enchants! Enjoy her,
but never touch even a fiber of her mantle
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The docs cut my leg, no hope for me to survive,
the paralysis affects already my eyes, my heart,
Rimbaud suffers the same and raves in his bed:
'My sister Isabel, you in the light, me in the dark.
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