Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume II


She was passes by along the other sidewalk;

beautiful, in the innocent certainty of her beauty.

The day was golden and busy. Her body, with each

of her movements, left behind a gap in the air,

the exact shape of her body. Thus there was

a line of statues left behind, far away, to the corner

of the road where she vanished. Then the day was

totally finished. They rolled down the railings

of the flower-shops while the diaphanous statues

froze, totally naked, up to edge of the horizon like

a white tree-line and a light rain started to fall

on their marble shoulders.



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