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


During the summer nights, while you sleep,

when the day turns cool you hear

         the air crystals chime

as if your sheep flock passes, without bleating,

and graze in the sky, yes, your flock, you who never had

a single lamb, so certain and calm and absolute

that, when you wake up in the morning, the simplest

work you do and the most unimportant discussion

you’re forced to endure take such seriousness and

meaning of your unknown, yet, realized wealth.



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