Οι Ελεύθεροι Πολιορκημένοι, σχεδίασμα Β΄
Διονύσιος Σολωμός, 1859
At the siege of Missolonghi, hunger and danger contend with spring’s beauty, remembered love and the will to remain free.
Solomos sets his «Οι Ελεύθεροι Πολιορκημένοι, σχεδίασμα Β΄» inside a besieged Missolonghi, where spring keeps arriving even as hunger closes in, and the poem holds beauty and danger in the same breath. If you want war shown through what people choose to keep, rather than through battle scenes, that same attention to ordinary courage runs through The Nightingale and All the Light We Cannot See, both of which stay close to private lives caught in occupation.
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How do you summon courage when beauty is asking you to surrender?
«Σάλπιγγα, κόψ’ του τραγουδιού τα μάγια με βία,Γυναικός, γέροντος, παιδιού, μη κόψουν την αντρεία.»Χαμένη, αλίμονον! κι’ οκνή τη σάλπιγγα γρικάει·Αλλά πώς φθάνει στον εχθρό και κάθ’ ηχώ ξυπνάει;Γέλιο στο σκόρπιο στράτευμα σφοδρό γεννοβολιέται,Κι’ η περιπαίχτρα σάλπιγγα μεσουρανίς πετιέται·Και με χαρούμενη πνοή το στήθος το χορτάτο,Τ’ αράθυμο, το δυνατό, κι’ όλο ψυχές γιομάτο,Βαρώντας γύρου ολόγυρα, ολόγυρα και πέρα,Τον όμορφο τρικύμισε και ξάστερον αέρα·Τέλος μακριά σέρνει λαλιά, σαν το πεσούμεν’ άστρο,Τρανή λαλιά, τρόμου λαλιά, ρητή κατά το κάστρο. Διονύσιος Σολωμός, 1859
At the siege of Missolonghi, hunger and danger contend with spring’s beauty, remembered love and the will to remain free.
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Ο θείος τοξότης έχει δει τη σκηνή από τον Όλυμπο. Είναι εξοργισμένος, πρέπει να ξεπλύνει αυτή την ντροπή. Περνά στον ώμο το τόξο και την ασημένια φαρέτρα του, σε κάθε κίνησή του κροταλίζουν τα βέλη, ενώ κατεβαίνει σκεπτόμενος την τιμωρία του, σκοτεινός σαν αδίκημα, ίδιος με τη νύχτα.Η Ιλιάδα όπως την αφηγούνται οι θεές · Μαριλου Ολιβα
He has no comfort to give her except the shape of what is coming.
So speaking, to the arms of his dear spouse
He gave the boy; she on her fragrant breast
Received him, weeping as she smiled. The chief
Beheld, and, moved with tender pity, smoothed
Her forehead gently with his hand and said:—
“Sorrow not thus, beloved one, for me.
No living man can send me to the shades
Before my time; no man of woman born,
Coward or brave, can shun his destiny.
But go thou home, and tend thy labors there—
The web, the distaff—and command thy maids
To speed the work: The cares of war pertain
To all men born in Troy, and most to me.”The Iliad · Homer
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