Two Poems by Yannis Ritsos

These were translated by Scott King and posted at his wonderful website:
HINTS: The Poetry Of Yannis Ritsos

 

Clay: 27

Empty rooms
naked beds
the broom in the corner
the vacant cage
and this mirror
dark, gluttonous
still insisting
you look into it.

Athens—January 18, 1978

 

 

Perplexity

Closed shops. Flour spilt upon the pavement.
Sandbags heaped by the shelter. Hands folded,
sad, he sits behind the garden’s gate. A mob
of swallows flies over, their shadows crossing
his face. He bends over and gathers flowers.
He makes a wreath. Will he put it on?

from Correspondences (1987)

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