Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Selected Books, Volume II, Second Edition


Where the land ends, the sky begins — he said;

where the sky starts sorrow vanishes.

He was alone, not sad

since he could see the clouds

since the clouds were rosy

since he found them to be pretty.

Suddenly, between the fingers of the night,

a star looked at him in the eyes. It didn’t believe him.



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