2 Ιουν 2013

Don't look at my sweaty armpits



I met Maria on a very strange afternoon of a very strange day. She’s not the kind of girl you often meet. She likes Dino Valls, she has a couple of stars tattooed on her back and she is a sucker for the Star Wars saga. She loves horror movies and the occult and wants to write an essay comparing the poetry of Aleister Crowley and of William Butler Yeats. She also gave me the last copy of her book. I took the liberty of translating a couple of her poems in English. The ones I liked most. I shall accompany my translations with the great gig in the sky. Maria, I hope that’s alright with you. It's the version with Sam Brown I told you about.

LOST

I can’t say I’ve lost you
because I’ve never had you.
To be honest I imagined you
so it’s all my fault.

I created you
young and handsome, Adonis of our age
and I named you as I saw fit;
then you came here and started your work.

You stirred up the gentle waves
and sowed hope to the virgins.
Now you’re gone, you’ve vanished
and all of them ask me where you are.

I can’t say I’ve lost you
since you never really existed,
and so the rage falls upon me
for your unexpected loss.

LIBERATION

Don’t look at my unshaved legs
don’t look at my sweaty armpits
just look
at my tear filled eyes.

I came out here in the desert
to purify myself.


And die.

Poems taken by "Poems of a mad girl", Maria Katsopoulou, Gavriilides Publications, 2009.