Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume III, Second Edition

Spring Longing

He was startled by a bloomed tree in the unkempt park.

The maid with the sailor on the bench.

The open horse carriage in front of the suburb

            bus station.

Haven’t that longing and indeed the trust

            got tired?

Surely the young girl in the opposite house

had climbed on a chair to hang the light, white

curtain. She didn’t hang it. She stepped down.

She stopped in front of the mirror and touched her


            The curtain looked elsewhere, with one

shoulder leaning to the side as if waiting for her

other hand to touch the other shoulder.


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