Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume II

Posted: 17/03/2023 by vequinox in Literature


I trust you, he said, with the garden, the keys, our children;

if I don’t return after three weeks

try to manage everything alone; it’ll mean that I won’t come back.

Because each cloud is but a light-blue cave, or white or leaden

and I need to confirm the volume and depth of the air.

Don’t neglect the garden; and if you won’t find where the keys fit

              I don’t know what to say.

You think I know what these clouds want from me or what I want

              from them?  Yet my ring

fits perfectly in the middle finger of the wind.



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