Saturday, February 7, 2009

Clay: 19

Yannis Ritsos

In the square, they'd left
a basket.
You didn't open it.
Perhaps oranges
perhaps snakes.
The night watchman
shined his flashlight
at your face.


Athens—January 17, 1978

from Clay (1980) [Collected Poems: IDelta ---pg 88]

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