Every so often he vows to start a better life.
But when night comes with her own counsels,
with her compromises, and with her promises;
but when night comes with her own power
of the body that wants and demands, he returns,
forlorn, to the same fatal joy.
Original Greek:
Ομνύει
Ομνύει κάθε τόσο ν' αρχίσει πιο καλή ζωή.
Αλλ' όταν έλθ' η νύχτα με τες δικές της συμβουλές,
με τους συμβιβασμούς της, και με τες υποσχέσεις της·
αλλ' όταν έλθ' η νύχτα με την δική της δύναμι
του σώματος που θέλει και ζητεί, στην ίδια
μοιραία χαρά, χαμένος, ξαναπιαίνει.
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this was absolutely stunning. i LOVE the graceful way he handles such a dense topic. how often do we hope to gather up the tendrils of a broken life and start anew with fresh resolve? only to be thrown against the ebb of "dark"/"night"--that is, our natural impulses. it's very hard to contain the self which is born of an environment without leaving that environment. sometimes, i think, the best way to change is to uproot.
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