Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume III, Second Edition

Breath of the Sea

It was a hot high noon. The window shutters were closed.

If the water was cool, everyone thought,

if we were naked, if the boat with its wet rope, with

strong arms on the oars, passed along the hallway

the sea breath would had already freshened them 

to the edges of their ears. They undressed at once.



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