Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume II


In the evening they came down from the mountain.

They didn’t count the length of the road on their way up

nor on their way down. The height was full of trees, full

             of light. Until evening came.

When they returned they couldn’t remember anything.

The flowers had wilted in their sweaty palms; though

they carried them along that long walk and with such

precautions they ended up throwing them away

            just one step before their house.



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