Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume I


At dusk we saw him coming behind the windows

with lights from an unknown approached the display window

with calm people holding in their hands

unwrapped fabrics dragging on the ground

and a woman holding a piece of the invisible

supported like a violin under her chin

and perhaps that was somewhat hard on her because

that way she couldn’t raise her head at all

and it was she who dyed her dress black

in the copper cauldron in the basement where

they had piled the hoops of big barrels

our wooden childish horses the old lamps

and that first owl on the yard’s tree

stuffed disguised into three nightingales



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