There was a time…
Dark and devine…
Exciting and new.
shameful and true…
Free to explore,
we had it all:
Towering trust,
insatiable lust…
Clouding the truth,
both of us knew:
this sordid affair
is ending in tears…
Yes, we would go on,
knowing the wrong.
Until the day,
it was taken away…
Oh, all our love
fell down
to earth…
Here, broken and cold…
With grave remorse…
But for a while
it all made sense…
It might have been just a dark pretence,
but you had me…
And I loved it…
To be with you,
to be the one,
to live a lie,
it really got me all excited…
I felt wanted…
Then in the night,
the sorrow inside,
was taken away,
deliverance came…
Fell from the sky,
heaven replied…
Salvation in streams,
silent and clean…
All that we were,
all that we knew,
faded away,
with tears in the rain…
yes, all that we were,
all that we knew
is fading away,
like tears in the rain…
Queen of Light took her bow, And then she turned to go, The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone.
Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light. The dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all.
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes.
Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.
I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley below, I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow.
The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness, The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no. Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.
The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant's face is red.
Oh war is the common cry, Pick up your swords and fly. The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know.
Oh, well, the night is long the beads of time pass slow, Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.
The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath, The drums will shake the castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on.
Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before. No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold.
Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light. The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back. Bring it back.
At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by, With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes.
«Τι είναι η αλήθεια; Είναι εκείνο που βλέπεις και ζεις, όταν αναδυθείς από τη λήθη. Το α- είναι στερητικό. Η αλήθεια είναι το έξω από τη λήθη, που μέσα της μας βυθίζει συνέχεια η μέριμνα να πραγματώσουμε τους στόχους μας.
Ζώντας μέσα στην οντολογική λήθη ζούμε σαν πεθαμένοι. Τούτη τη ζοφερή πραγματικότητα οι ποιητές την ιστόρησαν ανάγλυφα και ζαλιστικά. Θυμηθείτε τον Έλιοτ της "Έρημης Χώρας". Κάθεται σ' ένα γιοφύρι του Τάμεση, παρατηρεί όλους αυτούς που τρέχουν στη δουλειά τους με τη φροντίδα της, και βλέπει νεκρούς να περπατάνε.
Για την Αθήνα μας, λ.χ., με το ανάλογο μάτι θά 'βλεπες στην οδό Πανεπιστημίου μέρα νύχτα στρατιές από κυλιόμενα φέρετρα.»
Δημήτρης Λιαντίνης - "Γκέμμα".
T. S . ELiot
The hollow men
I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us—if at all—not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.
II Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death's dream kingdom These do not appear: There, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swinging And voices are In the wind's singing More distant and more solemn Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer In death's dream kingdom Let me also wear Such deliberate disguises Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves In a field Behaving as the wind behaves No nearer—
Not that final meeting In the twilight kingdom
III This is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images Are raised, here they receive The supplication of a dead man's hand Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this In death's other kingdom Waking alone At the hour when we are Trembling with tenderness Lips that would kiss Form prayers to broken stone.
IV The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places We grope together And avoid speech Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless The eyes reappear As the perpetual star Multifoliate rose Of death's twilight kingdom The hope only Of empty men.
VHere we go round the prickly pear Prickly pear prickly pear Here we go round the prickly pear At five o'clock in the morning.
Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow Life is very long
Between the desire And the spasm Between the potency And the existence Between the essence And the descent Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is Life is For Thine is the This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.
«Εκείνος που είναι γνήσιος χριστιανός, πρέπει να ντρέπεται να ανήκει στη χριστιανική κοινότητα. Εκείνος που κατανοεί και ακολουθεί το λόγο του Ιησού, πρέπει να φαίνεται σαν αιρετικός.» Λιαντίνης
Η Μυρτιά δοξαζόταν στις σημιτικές θρησκείες και ήταν το ιερό φυτό της Πάφιου Αφροδίτης, η οποία όταν βγήκε γυμνή από τη θάλασσα κρύφτηκε πίσω από μια Μυρτιά.
Η Μυρτιά ήταν το σύμβολο της Ομορφιάς και της Νεότητας.