Yannis Ritsos-Poems, Selected Books, Volume I

YANNIS RITSOS-Poems, Selected Books Volume I

ΘΥΡΩΡΕΙΟ//CARETAKER’S DESK

ΕΞΑΛΛΑΓΗ

Άνοιξε τα χέρια του. Δεν υπήρχαν σημάδια.

Οι πληγές κλείνουν. Τα καρφιά μένουν μέσα.

Πολύ πιο μέσα. Δε φαίνεται τίποτα.

                                                        Καπνίζει.

Φυσάει τον καπνό. Τα δόντια του χάλκινα. Μην είναι

εκείνα τα καρφιά; Μ’ αυτά μασάει; Ή μήπως

εκείνα τ’ άλλα κάτω απ τις αρβύλες των στρατιωτών;

Transformation

He opened his palms. There were no stigmata

Wounds heal. The nails remain inside

Even deeper. Nothing shows

He smokes.

He blows the smoke. His teeth are of copper. Are those not

the nails? Does he chew with them? Or perhaps

they are those under boots of the soldiers?

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