ΕΡΩΤΑΣ-ΜΙΣΟΣ-ΕΡΩΤΑΣ

W. R. Paton, The Greek Anthology, p. 132

ΑΛΚΑΙΟΥ
Μισώ τον έρωτα΄γιατί ο τρομερός δε ρίχνεται 

πάνω στα θηρία, αλλά τοξεύει τα δηλητηριασμένα

βέλη του στην καρδιά μου;
Τι θα κερδίσει ο θεός αν βάζει φωτιά σ' έναν άντρα; 

Τι σόι πολύτιμο έπαθλο θα 'χει απ' το κεφάλι μου,

αν με εξολοθρέψει;

Reginald MARSH (1898-1954): " 5 girls"

I tried to love you; I thought I could
I tried to own you; I thought I would
I want to peel the skin from your face
Before the real you lays to waste

You told me I'm the only one
Sweet little angel- you should have run
Lying, crying, dying to leave
Innocence creates my hell

Cheating myself; still you know more
It would be so easy with a whore
Try to understand me little girl
My twisted passion to be your world

Lost inside my sick head
I live for you but I'm not alive
Take my hands before I kill
I still love you, I still burn


Love, hate, love