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


He turned the key in the door

to enter his house, to lie down.

Suddenly he remembered that he forgot something

but it was late, he couldn’t return.

Thus, all alone in the night,

with his fingers on the key,

outside, in the road, just out of his door

whole, opposite his fate,

petrified like a statue.

However, even the statues smile vaguely.



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