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«T’estimo, Odisseu». Circe, Calipso, Nausica i Penèlope segons Judita Vaiciunaite

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CIRCE

“…and time unfeelingly passes…”

Forgive me if they’re only a herd of pigs.
I herd them from trough to pen.
But if you’re sad, they’ll sit like mute actors
Around the festive table…
And the goblet’s former song, and the drenched black-and-whites
Will muddy the hexametric order,
And eyes brimming with laughter will raise my antique statue…
…But, once the flames go out, the three-legged pot will quiet.
Curses will die.
The same hands will throw out the poisoned pot.
And Circle will obey the most astonished…
And you… You will sleepwalk to the calling light,
The feast.
I will not force you to stay. Sail away,
If you’re afraid of enraging fate, cutting the plot’s red thread…
I give you wine-sacks for your journey.
I offer my wisdom, my gentleness.
A flying ship will carry you near the untraceable cliffs
Of non-existent Ithaca.
O if only you couldn’t see how my large knowing eyes
Shine with sorrow,
Unseen I’ll part with you.
I was hospitable. I kept my word.
Strange one, renouncing me.
You are mine alone…
I love you, Odysseus.

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Judita Vaičiūnaitė (Kaunas, Lituània, 12 de juliol de 1937 - Vílnius, Lituània, 12 de febrer de 2001)

Judita Vaičiūnaitė (Kaunas, Lituània, 12 de juliol de 1937 – Vílnius, Lituània, 12 de febrer de 2001)

Judita Vaičiūnaitė
Traduït del lituà per Jonas Zdanys

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CALYPSO

“…he didn’t love the beautiful
nymph, even though he rested in
her bed, in her bright room…”

No other can compare with me in brightness of face,
Beauty of hair, or stature…
But the gods envy my good fortune.
I fear their anger.
I am building a boat. I’ll bring you an ax and a drill.
I’ll weave your sails myself – those wings,
Weaving time – that flag, flying and straight,
And in an instant you thirst for me,
And again you press my graceful body
To yours.
I envy all, I envy all without end:
Your wife and your dogs,
Your distant foreign land…
That role is too dificult for me.
Why was this goddess assigned passion,
Importunate and painful, like a miller sprinkled with flour?
You grew tired of me.
For seven years I bound you
With hands, hair and caresses…
Humbled, I longed that you too would be immortal
Like the stars in the sky…
But you spilled the ambrosia,
Running away from my loving grasp, you lamented,
Pressing your face in the sand –
I couldn’t plant even pity in your heart…
In this run-down withering grotto only the sea
Understands me.
I wanted only the best for you.
I love you, Odysseus.

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Judita Vaičiūnaitė
Traduït del lituà per Jonas Zdanys

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NAUSICAA

“Greetings, traveler, until you
return to your homeland take
heed; don’t forget me…”

I’ve never kissed a man. And my voice – like a wave.
And my body hasn’t known man’s hands.
But I’ve longed for one such as you.
And we were both dizzy with weariness and surprise.
Cursed and blessed be that ball
That we, hanging our clothes up to dry, threw on the shore,
And the two funny jackasses that pulled my small cart
On that ancient golden morning…

I am Nausicaa. I am sailors’ kin.
And I have someone from the dying ship.
And joy – the purple wool my mother spins.
And my father’s house is open – high and generous.
And we raise toasts to heaven like kings and commoners
To our lost and unexpected guest’s honor…
We don’t ask
Why you hide your tears in your cloak –
You are powerful, incomprehensible and free…
Pressed near the column I melt into it…
Let it be concealed how I stood alone
In the great hall,
For no one will ever know how I felt then,
For I can’t admit it even to myself:
I love you, Odysseus.

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Judita Vaičiūnaitė
Traduït del lituà per Jonas Zdanys

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PENELOPE

“…I’d go to my grave with
Odysseus’ name in my heart.”

It’s difficult to experience your love –
For no one can change you, for no one is worthy of you.
And why am I to blame if I can wait centuries for you,
Grow deaf, as the court whistles and claps.
And why am I to blame
If I remain lonely and eccentric Penelope.
I want to shine the hearth for you through the
Shell of walls and years. Pure as an idea,
I want to protect
Quiet untouched waters for you,
Like a brimming pot.
Let all women in time feel the longing implanted
In my heart,
Hearing the ocean’s roar in shells and seeing an empty room.
For I, of all, am the one you return to.
One of the faithful.
I have become famous for all time
For my patience and wisdom.
I’ll wipe the blood from your hands with my hair and lips.
I’ll weep with joy at your knees.
I love you, Odysseus.

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Judita Vaičiūnaitė
Traduït del lituà per Jonas Zdanys

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Font: http://www.spauda.lt/skaityti/vaiciun.htm.

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