Comments & Greek artists, modern Greek artists: without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony...

Poets & Greek artists, Greek painters, modern Greek painters


Yannis Stavrou, Red Ships, oil on canvas

Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.

Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.

I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I want to know most of all what gnaws at their hearts.

It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

Joy always came after pain.

One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere.

When man wanted to make a machine that would walk he created the wheel, which does not resemble a leg.


Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)

Guillaume Apollinaire

The Farewell
(Alcools: L’Adieu)

I’ve gathered this sprig of heather

Autumn is dead you will remember

On earth we’ll see no more of each other

Fragrance of time sprig of heather

Remember I wait for you forever

L' Adieu

J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyère

L'automne est morte souviens-t'en

Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre

Odeur du temps brin de bruyère

Et souviens-toi que je t'attends

Twilight
(Alcools: Crépuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A charlatan of twilight formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows