Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume II


A young girl, suddenly, unsuspectedly got caught out

in the sorrowful night. Then what was her life,

and her pain, and her cry? Are all these hers

and they waited behind her laughter ready and

conniving? And these beloved persons

who stooped over her, already aloof? For this,

she opened the door of a star quietly and entered

carefully that we wouldn’t hear her,

though every night that door echoes from the wind

of her soft sob. And she couldn’t get up and

close it; nor did we (so far away it was).



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s