Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume III

Posted: 24/03/2023 by vequinox in Literature

Helen’s House

The trees hide the view from the window;

big leaves, thin leaves, curly, elongated;

a white plate full of fruit on the table.

A child’s bicycle, the wooden horse

among the cicadas’ songs.

                                           What secret sequence

has raised this insignificant landscape to the level

of immortality held over the void only by a green

branch as if from a finger of a beautiful, young God?



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