Poems by Ilias Foukis


By Ilias Foukis

Greek Poet Ilias FoukisTranslation by PHILIP RAMP


YOUNG GREEK SOLITARY

If such be
the will of the God on Earth
without needing to sing the praises of Zeus
today I...
will walk all day on the Earth.
And more importantly
as soon as I glimpse the secure distance
I've kept from death...
praise be to Apollo...
I will not be disturbed
by the demon of Self-Destruct


If such not be
the will of the God of the Heavens
then my dreams
which lay siege to the essence of Existence
will like Sisyphus
be caught in the nightmare of pointless labor
so not even one meter of heaven will be granted...
and do you know where these Dreams
for a better World
and a Beautiful Greece will end?

Unobserved and slowly
they will be eaten by the rust
and the dust of forgetfulness.


If such be
the will of the God of the Sea
my own specters which are armed
with gravity of conscience and forgiveness
will then have the rare opportunity
of washing away the living sins of Troy
which have become the most dangerous Olympus
with their cynical anticipation
be the Eternal Greece before the eyes of the world.

If such not be
the will of the God of Fire
then I who know better the fatal bond
of Greece with Flames
will lose my last
chance
to show mercy
and the Cities will continue
to quietly burn.

And indeed... if such not be
the will of the God of Love
because of this horrifying alienation
which human emotions have undergone
no one will love me at all.

The worst thing though is that this Tragedy
will not simply end here...

This God of Love
has come highly touted by Olympus...

A good deal more than your usual Idols
and different from them
usurper of all longings
and with many possibilities for immortality.


And all the departing travelers
will testify that no matter where they went
they saw none of this incredible love anywhere
which in itself would be enough to convince
the easily deceived world
that the Summit had been worth the effort.

Few people love each other in this World.


And these few
love each other only as much as they are permitted
by the thought that you can never ascend into the Great Sky
because there... there has truly evolved
an anthropic History
but one that's been lived by the Gods alone...

And for us to stay in the life which endures
more or less but for a single Season
we in any case my dear Apollo
were in no quandary...
felt no mystery...
because we never expressed any interest
in being Gods.


The problem is very simple...

We are not wanted
on this Earth...

Utterly paralyzed and directionless
we have moved about in the world
without being observed by anyone...


Perhaps we should get organized
we the Great Anonymous mass
to bring this madness with false
Heroes to an end
those who only the Gods with their
own wretchedness know how to erect...

And as if Troy wasn't enough
to tyrannize Greece
then Olympus went and committed a crime
of its own as well.

The brain of the World has become stupefied
flinging at their hollow heads
its ferocious desire
to be God.

By these Gods
which will control everything from on high
and even more appalling
us who Will and Chance in tandem have
wanted to keep down here...
despite the fact we roamed the Earth backwards and forwards
to bring about Great Changes in the World
all opinion will defame us
and none of our testimony will ever be heard.

And that is also why I'm afraid
that we who walked on the Earth alone
will be left completely devoid of history.



THE SUMMIT

In the frozen wastes of Antarctica
the only thing lacking
was the Sun...
which was found in excess
only in the Sahara Desert.

In the heat and aridity of the Sahara
the only thing lacking was...
an Oasis
which was found in excess
only in the Amazon rain-forests.

Immersed in the Amazon Oasis
the only thing lacking
was the Summit...
which was found in excess
only in the Himalayan Mountains.

Now that I've reached the highest summit
in the Himalayas
I see that you can't dream of
anything higher than this...

On the Summit
the security and serenity
are so soothing and undisturbed
that I could literally
die of Loneliness...


So for that reason..
since I want to live
the only solution is descent..



THE LAST OF HOMER


Today the season called autumn begins.


As the leaves began to fall
and me an Old Man
my thoughts also began to fall
and I would like to speak this once
to autumn -- about autumn.


It doesn't continue on from here...

I am abandoned, one after the other,
like the World
by the Grand hallucinations of Genesis
the metaphors...
the allegories...
the symbols...

They return to Greece with life
and leave me with death in Troy.


That is why I move along behind them
to see at long last one clean day
bringing thus this Epic to a definitive close
and with Classical diction find a measure of happiness
because Happiness is the Divine Cause
even for its own Beginning.

But I'm afraid
that for the Modern critics of the Future
to whom
autumn may arrive
as eternal dark
my words about autumn -- to autumn
as if nothing was going on
might then be incorporated into a chapter
of the Iliad or the Odyssey
and thus its better if... I grow still.

Biography
The Greek poet ILIAS FOUKIS , was born on 20 August 1969 in Ioannina in Epirus in northwestern Greece. Began to write poetry since 1988 when he was student in the Lyceum. Published volume of poetry THE TESTAMENT OF A LESSER GOD , which has been translated into ten languages including English, French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, etc.. Has won literary awards - OSCAR DE DOS OURO VENCEDORES, Brazil 2012 - MASSIMO D'AZEGLIO, Italy, 2012, 2013 - CITTA DEL GALATEO, Italy in 2013. His poem titled YOUNG GREEK SOLITARY was included in Poetry Anthology - U.S. Library of Congress. Works and lives in Athens.