Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume II


Don’t take too long — he said to her — don’t

take too long. The grapevine leaves turn reddish

in the fall. The trees kneel before their shade.

Don’t take too long, this wind blows me along.

I get used to the distance. Pride gets tired.

It’s not even pride. The dusk is fading away.

Two lines of lampposts light the seashore.

Useless lights, pale, how useless!

I like them at night. Don’t take too long.

One tiredness signals to the other.

Silent analogy. I prefer them.



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