Νίκος Σταυρακαντωνάκης
«Καταιγίδα» (χαρακτικό)
«Blow, blow, thou winter wind.»
Away from here,
And I shall greet thy passing breath
Without a tear.
I do not love thy snow and sleet
Or icy flows;
When I must jump or stamp to warm
My freezing toes.
For why should I be happy or
E’en be merry,
In weather only fitted for
Cook or Peary.
My eyes are red, my lips are blue
My ears frost bitt’n;
Thy numbing kiss doth e’en extend
Thro’ my mitten.
I am cold, no matter how I warm
Or clothe me;
O Winter, greater bards have sung
I loathe thee!
Eugene O’Neill (1888-1953)
Prometheus Unbound 