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The Star Splitter, Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963

 

`You know Orion always comes up sideways.

Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains,

And rising on his hands, he looks in on me

Busy outdoors by lantern-light with something

I should have done by daylight, and indeed,

After the ground is frozen, I should have done

Before it froze, and a gust flings a handful

Of waste leaves at my smoky lantern chimney

To make fun of my way of doing things,

Or else fun of Orion's having caught me.

Has a man, I should like to ask, no rights

These forces are obliged to pay respect to ?'

So Brad McLaughlin mingled reckless talk

Of heavenly stars with hugger-mugger farming,

Till having failed at hugger-mugger farming

He burned his house down for the fire insurance

And spent the proceeds on a telescope

To satisfy a lifelong curiosity

About our place among the infinities.

`What do you want with one of those blame things ?'

I asked him well beforehand. `Don't you get one !'

`Don't call it blamed; there isn't anything

More blameless in the sense of being less

A weapon in our human fight,' he said.

`I'll have one if I sell my farm to buy it.'

There where he moved the rocks to plow the ground

And plowed between the rocks he couldn't move,

Few farms changed hands; so rather than spend years

Trying to sell his farm and then not selling,

He burned his house down for the fire insurance

And bought the telescope with what it came to.

He had been heard to say by several :

`The best thing that we're put here for's to see ;

The strongest thing that's given us to see with's

A telescope. Someone in every town

Seems to me owes it to the town to keep one.

In Littleton it might as well be me.'

After such loose talk it was no surprise

When he did what he did and burned his house down.

Mean laughter went about the town that day

To let him know we weren't the least imposed on,

And he could wait -- we'd see to him tomorrow.

But the first thing next morning we reflected

If one by one we counted people out

For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long

To get so we had no one left to live with.

For to be social is to be forgiving.

Our thief, the one who does our stealing from us,

We don't cut off from coming to church suppers,

But what we miss we go to him and ask for.

He promptly gives it back, that is if still

Uneaten, unworn out, or undisposed of.

It wouldn't do to be too hard on Brad

About his telescope. Beyond the age

Of being given one for Christmas gift,

He had to take the best way he knew how

To find himself in one. Well, all we said was

He took a strange thing to be roguish over.

Some sympathy was wasted on the house,

A good old-timer dating back along ;

But a house isn't sentient; the house

Didn't feel anything. And if it did,

Why not regard it as a sacrifice,

And an old-fashioned sacrifice by fire,

Instead of a new-fashioned one at auction ?

Out of a house and so out of a farm

At one stroke (of a match), Brad had to turn

To earn a living on the Concord railroad,

As under-ticket-agent at a station

Where his job, when he wasn't selling tickets,

Was setting out, up track and down, not plants

As on a farm, but planets, evening stars

That varied in their hue from red to green.

He got a good glass for six hundred dollars.

His new job gave him leisure for stargazing.

Often he bid me come and have a look

Up the brass barrel, velvet black inside,

At a star quaking in the other end.

I recollect a night of broken clouds

And underfoot snow melted down to ice,

And melting further in the wind to mud.

Bradford and I had out the telescope.

We spread our two legs as we spread its three,

Pointed our thoughts the way we pointed it,

And standing at our leisure till the day broke,

Said some of the best things we ever said.

That telescope was christened the Star-Splitter,

Because it didn't do a thing but split

A star in two or three, the way you split

A globule of quicksilver in your hand

With one stroke of your finger in the middle.

It's a star-splitter if there ever was one,

And ought to do some good if splitting stars

'Sa thing to be compared with splitting wood.

We've looked and looked, but after all where are we ?

Do we know any better where we are,

And how it stands between the night tonight

And a man with a smoky lantern chimney ?

How different from the way it ever stood ?

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..για σήμερα, για μια αλλιώτικη Παρασκευή..

(στη νοσταλγία που εκπέμπουν τα χειμωνιάτικα δειλινά)

 

«Σαν να διάλεξες»... Κική Δημουλά

Παρασκευή είναι σήμερα θα πάω στη λαϊκή

να κάνω έναν περίπατο στ’ αποκεφαλισμένα περιβόλια

να δώ την ευωδιά της ρίγανης

σκλάβα σε ματσάκια.

Πάω μεσημεράκι που πέφτουν οι τιμές των αξιώσεων

βρίσκεις το πράσινο εύκολο

σε φασολάκια κολοκύθια μολόχες και κρινάκια.

 

Aκούω εκεί τι θαρρετά εκφράζονται τα δέντρα

με την κομμένη γλώσσα των καρπών

ρήτορες σωροί τα πορτοκάλια και τα μήλα

και παίρνει να ροδίζει λίγη ανάρρωση

στις κιτρινιάρικες παρειές

μιας μέσα βουβαμάρας.

 

Σπάνια να ψωνίσω. Γιατί εκεί σου λένε διάλεξε.

Eίναι ευκολία αυτή ή πρόβλημα; Διαλέγεις και μετά

πώς το σηκώνεις το βάρος το ασήκωτο

που έχει η εκλογή σου;

Eνώ εκείνο το έτυχε τι πούπουλο! Στην αρχή.

Γιατί μετά σε γονατίζουν οι συνέπειες.

Aσήκωτες κι αυτές. Kατά βάθος είναι σαν να διάλεξες.

 

Tο πολύ ν’ αγοράσω λίγο χώμα. Όχι για λουλούδια.

Για εξοικείωση.

Eκεί δεν έχει διάλεξε. Eκεί με κλειστά τα μάτια.

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Νίκος Γκάτσος

«Πόσο πολύ σε αγάπησα εγώ μονάχα το ξέρω.

Εγώ που κάποτε σ’ άγγιξα με τα μάτια της πούλιας

και με την χαίτη του φεγγαριού σ’ αγκάλιασα και χορέψαμε

μες τους καλοκαιριάτικους κάμπους»

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Stars, Robert Frost, 1874-1963

 

How countlessly they congregate

O'er our tumultuous snow,

Which flows in shapes as tall as trees

When wintry winds do blow ! --

As if with keenness for our fate,

Our faltering few steps on

To white rest, and a place of rest

Invisible at dawn,--

And yet with neither love nor hate,

Those stars like some snow-white

Minerva's snow-white marble eyes

Without the gift of sight.

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