Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Selected Books, Volume II, Second Edition


Sorrow was hanging in the air; the leafless branches

behind the railings and you were alone by the window.

The night passed in front of your door; it left like

a beloved woman, a woman that another man

was holding from the waist.

And the moon, like a calm, turned off light bulb

at the turn of the road above the drug store.



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