Ήπιε τέσσερα διπλά και ξεροσφύρι
Στο δεύτερο μια γλυκιά μελαγχολία
Κατέλαβε τις πατούσες του
Στο τρίτο η μελαγχολία πολιόρκησε
Τα γόνατά του
Στο τέταρτο η καρδιά του εκπορθήθηκε
Σηκώθηκε και βγήκε απ’ το μπαρ
Έξω χιόνιζε ερημιά
Αν κλάψω σκέφτηκε τα δάκρυά μου
Θα λιώσουν όλο αυτό το χιόνι
Οι λάσπες όμως θά ’ναι ανυπόφορες
Κρατήθηκε
Στο δωμάτιό του οι τοίχοι κάτασπροι γυμνοί
Δεν τόλμησε να βγάλει το παλτό του
Έτσι όπως ήτανε ντυμένος
Πήρ’ ένα κόκκινο μολύβι κι άρχισε
Να ζωγραφίζει πάνω τους
Έναν ήλιο ένα πεύκο
Μια θάλασσα και μια γυναίκα
Που δεν έμοιαζε και πολύ με γυναίκα
Αλλά ήταν
Καλύτερη από τίποτα
*Από το βιβλίο «Η φωνή της σιωπής. Ποιήματα 1966-2000». Νεφέλη, Αθήνα 2006, σελ. 253.
Description of a feeling
He drank four doubles and “dry hammer”*
By the second a sweet melancholy
Seized his paws
By the third melancholy besieged
His knees
By the fourth his heart stormed
He got up and walked out of the bar
Outside it was snowing wilderness
If I cry, he thought, my tears
Will melt all this snow
But sludges will be unbearable
He kept himself
In his room the walls stark white nude
He didn’t dare take off his coat
So as he was dressed
Took a red pencil and began
Painting on them
A sun, a pine
A sea and a woman
Which didn’t look like a woman
But it was
Better than nothing
*The Greek word is xerosfyri. It is a slang word and it actually means that a heavy drinker is sometimes in a situation when there is nothing to acompany his drink ie food or so, just the drink.
**Translation: Dimitris Troaditis
Argyris Chionis, Descrição de uma sensação*
Bebeu quatro duplos e uma aguardente
No segundo uma melancolia doce
Agarra-o pelas patas
Pelo terceiro a melancolia
Sitiava-lhe já os joelhos
No quarto o coração era invadido
Levantou-se e saiu do bar
Lá fora nevava deserto
Pensou: se eu chorar as lágrimas
Derreterão toda a neve
Mas a lama seria insuportável
Conteve-se
No seu quarto entre paredes nuamente brancas
Não se atreveu a tirar o casaco
E assim vestido como estava
Pegou num lápis vermelho e começou
a pintar sobre elas
Um sol, um pinheiro
Um mar e uma mulher
Que não se parecia com uma mulher
Mas era
melhor do que nada
* Do livro “A voz do silêncio. Poemas 1966-2000 “. Nefeli, Atenas 2006, pp 253.
**Tradução em português de Emília Cerqueira, a partir da tradução em inglês realizada pelo poeta grego Dimitris Troaditis
https://tokoskino.wordpress.com/2013/10/12/αργύρης-χιόνης-περιγραφή-ενός-αισθήμ/
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