Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume III

Posted: 28/03/2023 by vequinox in Literature


The black cloaked old woman passed behind the oleanders;

then a long line of motorcycles;

then the Saturday evening walkers;

cicadas were still singing. You couldn’t understand anything.

Sea breeze was felt down the road.

It was quiet in the higher places, among the fields.

Nothing could be seen later on. The old woman took off

her head scarf and covered the oleanders.



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