MILTIADIS NTOVAS
Africa
Africa, Homeland
of grief and burning war...
The solitary
alley of the gods, bitterly laughed at by ancestral spirits that capture
moments and hand out smiles to the Unspeakable!
Moons of Hope the
hungry children that bare
the slope of agony but don’t let go!
The lighted
twinkle of the Sea a peaceful signal to the Undefeated!
Africa, Homeland
of Struggle and Wisdom, Fighter of muted enslavement with Ones Soul, Ones
Power.
A Star lighted
beam embroiders in Silence the color purple of Freedom.
Unconquered
breath of humans, send a sign of fire to Mount Olympus!
Memories speak
the silence of the Sun while the nightingales, the kind that only Kings can
hear, get enchanted by that holy sound!
Africa, Homeland
of Anger, speaks the truth to heated hearts against the Unjust!
Unjust, the sign
of Evil, the one the nobles brought, Injustice, rosary of slavery, fury of
Jesus Redemption.
A heap of
candles, an oversight of Heaven, the Homeland of Wealth, the Homeland of Power!
A Continent
praised by the Forest Fairies.
Spirits of the
weeping mountains
rise your raging
spears along with the peaceful stars
Rise the Holy
melodies of the nightingale and the woodpecker.
Oh, Sacred Ambassadors of Peace lead the Living Souls of the Sorrowful.
The Barbarians
Dr Miltiadis
Ntovas
Sadness,
midnight, he alone, all alone,
in front of him
opened the narrow wild path.
A sad path, in a
dark city.
A dark state and
at the same time full of starlight.
Once upon a time,
barbarians passed.
The barbarians,
the sacrilegious visitors of time.
They left ruins
and debris behind, broken
red cars and
windows, a broken oracle,
scorched earth
full of corpses.
Destroying.
That's what they learned, that's what they got used to.
Because they were
barbarians.
Hidden in the
bowels of last night,
they are smiling
like maniacs.
A smile of
mockery and sacrilege.
The night is
leaving, the barbarians can not bare the light of dawn
they will
withdraw any moment now, they will withdraw
running away
scared.
Chased by the
fire of the first red sunbeam.
Resurrection is
calling, time to celebrate.
Οι
Βάρβαροι
Δρ
Μιλτιάδης Ντόβας
Θλίψη, μεσάνυχτα,
εκείνος μόνος, ολομόναχος,
μπροστά του
ανοιγόταν το στενό
αγριεμένο μονοπάτι.
Ένα μονοπάτι
λυπημένο, σε μια
πόλη σκοτεινή.
Μια πολιτεία
σκοτεινή και συνάμα
ολόφωτη απ’
αστέρια.
Πέρασαν κάποτε
μέσα στο χρόνο
οι βάρβαροι.
Οι βάρβαροι,
οι ιερόσυλοι επισκέπτες
του χρόνου.
Άφησαν πίσω
τους ερείπια και
συντρίμμια, σπασμένα
κόκκινα αυτοκίνητα
και τζάμια, ένα
μαντείο γκρεμισμένο,
καμένη γη
γεμάτη πτώματα.
Έτσι είχαν
μάθει, έτσι είχαν
συνηθίσει, να καταστρέφουν.
Γιατί ήταν
βάρβαροι.
Κρυμμένοι στα
σπλάχνα της νύχτας
που μας πέρασε,
όλο
μανία σκάνε
χαμόγελο.
Χαμόγελο εμπαιγμού
και ιεροσυλίας.
Η νύχτα
φεύγει, χάραξε το
ξημέρωμα οι βάρβαροι
δεν
αντέχουν το
φως, όπου να
‘ναι θα φύγουν,
θα φύγουν
τρέχοντας τρομαγμένοι.
Κυνηγημένοι απ’
τη φωτιά της
πρώτης κόκκινης ηλιαχτίδας.
Σήμανε ανάσταση,
σήμανε γιορτή.
(Translation
Poems “Aspects of Life” and “The Barbarians” of Miltiadis Ntovas: Xanthi
Hondrou-Hill).
MILTIADIS
NTOVAS
MILTIADIS
NTOVAS or Dovas was born in
Ioannina of the
Greece in 1972.
He studied Philosophy and Pedagogy
and is a
PhD of Philosophy
at the University of
Ioannina. He works
as an Professor.
He co-write essays,
fairy tales and five
thousand poems, nine
thousand haiku and
tristiches and two
epics. He published
nine poetry collections
and one scientific
study.
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