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


When morning came a great silence was left among

the smoky ruins.

The firefighters who battled the fire during the night

were tired and asleep in their sweet submission and

some with a smile of a vague and futile battle.

Only he alone, was not asleep. He even avoided sleep

without knowing whether he was the victor or the defeated,

guessing only vaguely that perhaps, indeed perhaps,

the only victory was his decision to understand which.


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