Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Selected Books, Volume II, Second Edition

Posted: 01/02/2023 by vequinox in Literature


The trees contemplate at twilight. And the rocks,

and the voices as if they return home and lock

the door behind them. Behind the door a naked woman

stands in front of the big mirror.

You know it and you smile. You don’t see anything.

Perhaps you could find her in a song; but when you try

to sing your lips lose the shape of your smile.


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