Κυριακή, Ιανουαρίου 29, 2012

ΕΝΔΥΜΙΩΝ: Ο ΑΓΑΠΗΜΕΝΟΣ ΤΗΣ ΣΕΛΗΝΗΣ

Anne-Louis Girodet de Trioson (1767-1824):
"Le Sommeil d’Endymion, dit aussi Endymion, effet de lune", 1791.
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Ενώπιον του Aγάλματος του Eνδυμίωνος


Επί άρματος λευκού που τέσσαρες ημίονοι
πάλλευκοι σύρουν, με κοσμήματ’ αργυρά,
φθάνω εκ Μιλήτου εις τον Λάτμον. Ιερά
τελών — θυσίας και σπονδάς — τω Ενδυμίωνι,
από την Aλεξάνδρειαν έπλευσα εν τριήρει πορφυρά.—
Ιδού το άγαλμα. Εν εκστάσει βλέπω νυν
του Ενδυμίωνος την φημισμένην καλλονήν.
Ιάσμων κάνιστρα κενούν οι δούλοι μου· κ’ ευοίωνοι
επευφημίαι εξύπνησαν αρχαίων χρόνων ηδονήν.


Κ. Π. Καβάφης Ποιήματα 1897-1933, Ίκαρος 1984.
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John Keats (1795 – 1821)
The First Stanza Of "Endymion"


A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways::
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink. 
 Endymion
George Frederic Watts RA (1817-1904):  Endymion.

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