MARINA ZOGRAFOU: STREAMS OF RHAPSODY
ISBN 960 270 748 8
MARINA ZOGRAFOU: SYMPHONY OF THE STARS
ISBN 960 270 753 4
MARINA ZOGRAFOU: MOON
ISBN 960 270 768 2
Her latest collection is SPELLBOUNDS FORMS
Read two poems by the author on the Zimmerzine Archive
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|MARINA ZOGRAFOU: STREAMS OF RHAPSODY|
A beautiful, solid, 310pp of very short poems - mostly two a page in parallel text Greek and shakily spelt English. Sensuous, Sapphic and feminine, I found this utterly fascinating, with that tantalising combination of a half-understood language and an inevitably inadequate, though mellifluous, translation. The power of Greek poetry history comes across, with strong references to Sappho's writings and fragmentary epigrammatic rhythms - a sort of feminist Greek Anthology.
|reviewer: Sally Evans.|
|MARINA ZOGRAFOU: SYMPHONY OF THE STARS|
A collection of very romantic poetry from this beautiful Greek poetess whose rich use of language writhes with a passion she can only have inherited from the spirit of ancient Sibyl of Delphi herself. She is a credit to her nation and worthy of all the acclaim she's so far received.
Produced here in both languages, reading her delightful poems in translation makes me wish I were able to read them in their original Greek, preferably while seated in comfort on a sun-warmed seat, cooling drink to hand, overlooking the blue Aegean; the thought - warming, the poems - heart-warming.
|reviewer: Ken M Ellison.|
|MARINA ZOGRAFOU: MOON|
A dual-language edition with English on the right hand pages facing the original Greek on the left. Short lyrics, tinged with a Dylan Thomasish surrealism, though sometimes the strangeness is a product of the translation (‘fairy-tail’ for instance) and the rather poor proof-reading.
The style can become irritating - there's a lot of straining after effect, and certain words - ‘chimera’ for instance - crop up constantly. A lot of the poems tail off into ellipses rather than finish properly.
The book opens with a translation from Sappho, ALONE:
The moon and the Pleads Have set by now, it's passed Midnight and I lay alone in my bed.Short poems such as this are by far the best in the book, much more typical are the lines of the final poem, ARROGANCE:
On the clouds a wingless victory With erotic serenades of passion; Tarantellas, nights of eschutcheons In the symphonic music of stars You hear torrents of rhapsody On the moon, to embroider Out of golden threads Your petrified herons...
|reviewer: John Francis Haines.|