Φεβρουάριος/February

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.
Vincent van Gogh

©m.cassapidis, 2015

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©m.cassapidis,2014

In what sense I am I

©m.cassapidis,2014

As in Giorgione
the suspense
is eternal.

Carl Rakosi, "In What Sense I Am I" from The Collected Poems, published by the National Poetry Foundation.

at the end of the day

©fourteenth

Ἡ μοίρα μας, χυμένο μολύβι, δὲν μπορεῖ ν᾿ ἀλλάξει.
Ἔχυσαν τὸ μολύβι μέσα στὸ νερὸ κάτω ἀπ' τ᾿ ἀστέρια κι ἂς ἀνάβουν οἱ φωτιές.

Γ. Σεφέρης, Φωτιὲς τοῦ Ἅϊ-Γιάννη




ευχαριστώ Χρήστο

sun and the sound of wind on rock: ο ήλιος κι ο ήχος του ανέμου στην πέτρα

©fourteenth

Sound Room October 20th Improv 1


The white moon takes the sea away from the sea
and gives it back to the sea. Beautiful,
conquering by means of the pure and tranquil,
the moon compels the truth to delude itself
that it is truth become whole, eternal, solitary,
though it is not so.

Yes.
Divine plainness,
you pierce the familiar certainty, you place
a new soul into whatever is real.
Unpredictable rose! you took the rose away
from the rose, and you could give back
the rose to the rose.

from Diario de Poeta y Mar,
from the spanish of juan ramon jimenez,

translated by james wright

xo
erin

(thank you erin)

There lives the dearest freshness deep down things: Gerard Manely Hopkins

open mountain ©fourteenth

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Gerard Manley Hopkins 1844–1889

greece

©fourteenth

Χῶρες τοῦ ἥλιου καὶ δὲν μπορεῖτε ν᾿ ἀντικρίσετε τὸν ἥλιο.

Χῶρες τοῦ ἀνθρώπου καὶ δὲν μπορεῖτε ν᾿ ἀντικρίσετε τὸν ἄνθρωπο.

Γ. Σεφέρης

ouranos - gaia

ouranos-gaia