Τhe Goddess

The Priestess

The Queen

The Warrior

The Lover

The Mother

All of them, women.

With the gaze turned towards the earth,
looking life and death in the eye.
To be reborn, again and again...

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

“The women we love possess a divine essence
and when we hold them tightly
in our arms
we become one with the gods
we rise up like ferocious towers
nothing can bring us down
and they with their white hands
cling to us
and all the peoples and nations
come to worship us
crying out our name
immortal through the ages
because the women we love
also convey to us
their divine
essence”

[Excerpt from the poem “Hymn to the glory of the women we love”
by Nikos Engonopoulos]

Translated by Thanasis Maskaleris

 

Credits: Manto Vassili, Panos Astor Koffas, Iris P.