Three Translated Nikos Nomikos Poems

By and | 1 February 2017


Today, when the festivities of the beautiful world begin, with all the porphyry instruments of the heart, and of good hope, they called out my name, with the megaphone (as though I was deaf)
and they showed me the itinerary of my journey, hurry beloved brother, they told me, the Polymnia is whistling to take you on board.


Σήμερα, που αρχίζουν τα πανηγύρια του ωραίου κόσμου, με όλα τα πορφυρωμένα όργανα, της καρδιάς, και της καλής ελπίδας, μου φώναξαν τ’ όνομά μου, με το μεγάφωνο, (λες και
είμαι κουφός)
και μούδειξαν το ποστάλι του ταξιδιού μου, βιάσου φιλάδελφε, μου είπαν, σφυρίζει να σε πάρει, η Πολύμνια.

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