The rape of Syvilla *

* kindly adapted from Ted Hughes' 'Tales from Ovid' - permission kindly not requested.

Tales for Ombid (Taliotis, D.) -

Ombid was the first
To split open the language witth a jamesonhare
The first
To plough from home and nurse harassements
...
Everything seems to (be) sound
It was then her all, not sitting but standing,
Noticed him.
She poured another litre, lettre on his face
whisky for the unwhiskered
'Gie mou', 'esou pou se to meso mou

'esou pou se ta sherka mou je ta daxtilia mou
ela da, mwro mou,
sou mprostra je gw ta piswn,
irten i wra na pamen eksw pou dame

en koutsioume pion kanena -
exasame je to Pallas, epie je to Athineon
Je twra 'en oulla OK'
Do we permit it?
Now is your opportunity'

Sitting, drinking with his companions.
Brilliant as butterflies
They flitted hither and thither exactly
'tis poutanas pale popse'
In the sweep of a single glance
And snatched him right away -
Love pauses for nothing,
especially Love for nothing

The sole condition -
Fixed by the waste around us-
Is this:
You will write as if you talked!
And you will see as if everybody saw

'enna se valw panw se mian aorati, theorati foukou esena
Skepsi!
na se thwroun oulloi na gennas
na gernas
na girnas'
...
In the sunless green cactusland, new and divided
we will produce this tell-tale
await for the summer,
our nature still divided
but Tall
(epetai)