Wheat Ears-Selected Poems

Teaching

And Themis was put in a dark dungeon

while I faced my kin’s delirious eyes

yet, though I had much to say,

I kept silent, momentarily, to give

time to their simple-mindedness 

bubbling along with the creek’s murmur

innocent smile of child upon which

I entrusted my hope to rediscover justice

with spring flowers rejuvenating

the veins of impeccable Eros

my distraught friends remained imprisoned

and I, dressed in rags, walked over the lands,

and being soft-spoken and with new symbols

with new follies and  new anecdotes,

I tried to revert the beliefs of

new Judases born with sharpened teeth

ready to devour each other

nothing to leave for the winds

the rightful inheritors of my teachings

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Yannis Ritsos-Poems, Selected Books, Volume III

YANNIS RITSOS-POEMS, Selected Books, Volume III

Χρυσόθεμις//Chrysothemis

Εκείνη δε ρωτούσε πια. Χαλάρωνε τα δάχτυλα της. Έστρεφα πίσω.
Οι δυο μας, πρόσωπο με πρόσωπο. Το δροσερό μάγουλό της
πάνω στο μάγουλό μου· κι όλο το χαμόγελό της — της το άρπαζα κι έτρεχα
με κυνηγούσε ολόγυρα στο σιντριβάνι.
Κάποια νύχτα
μ’ έπιασε επ’ αυτοφώρω η μητέρα: «Με ποιόν κουβεντιάζεις;».
«Κυνηγούσα τη γάτα μη φάει τα χρυσόψαρα», αποκρίθηκα. «Ανόητη»,
είπε η μητέρα· «δεν εννοείς να μεγαλώσεις». Κείνη τη στιγμή,
όντως η γάτα τρίφτηκε στα πόδια μου. Ένα μεγάλο χρυσόψαρο
τινάχτηκε έξω από το σιντριβάνι. Το άρπαξε η γάτα
και κρύφτηκε μες στις τριανταφυλλιές. Φώναξα. Την κυνήγησα —
(τρόμαξα μη μου φάει το ’να χέρι της σελήνης) — κι η μητέρα με πίστεψε.


But it wouldn’t ask me again; it would release its fingers

a bit; I’d turn around; we were face to face. Its fresh cheek

on my cheek and I’d take all its smile and run away;

the moon would chase me around the fountain.

One night mother caught me on the spot. Who you’re

talking to? I was chasing the cat away from the goldfish,

I answered, foolish, mother said, you’ll never grow up.

At that moment the cat indeed rubbed itself on my legs.

A big goldfish jumped out of the fountain. The cat

grabbed it and hid among the roses. I yelled. I chased

the cat. (I was afraid the cat would eat one hand of

the moon) and mother believed me.

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