Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume II

Posted: 24/05/2023 by vequinox in Literature


This room has become a deep water well;

the lamp a star nailed in the water.

The bed of the child in its place and sometimes

the bed-sheets create reflections in semicircle shape

because high up on the surface of the water

the hours fall softly and slowly like straw

printing vague circles in the water. No one talks

inside this room, and if one talked he wouldn’t be heard.

            And if a glass

leaned over and fell, it would fall in the palm of silence


it wouldn’t break. Only the ancient cry of separation,

dissolved in the water, makes the well deeper and darker.



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