George Cassola

LEJL

Ħares:
id-dalma tiftaħlek il-ħbub ta’ għajnejk,
u isma’:
il-ħemda ta’ msiebaħ bla għadd.

Ir-ruħ timtela
bil-vojt li ma jesgħu mkien.

Int tmiss, b’id beżgħana,
ix-xefaq tal-ġenna,
tal-ġenn...

SOUNION

Furious electric eyes flash in your presence
avid to learn
the secret of your colours.

Fools of our time shake shivering and shuddered
blown by the breath
of gods cold and indifferent.

The temple still attends upon Poseidon
between the bays
guarding his blue-green islands.

The old phenomenon returns to life:
strands of pale cloud
swathe pigments newly-born.

Fools of our time discover only now
what sages old
discovered long ago.

 

George Cassola ppubblika xogħlijiet bil-Malti u bl-Ingliż f’diversi antoloġiji u rivisti. Rebaħ premjijiet f’konkorsi ta’ novelli u kanzunetti. Kien involut fil-qasam tal-palk u kien anke kritiku tat-teatru għal The Sunday Times. Ippubblika xi artikli professjonali, u fl-2002 ħareġ id-Dizzjunarju tal-Kontabilità Ingliż-Malti.

 
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