Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume II, Second Edition


Old age, serene, beyond joy or sorrow

beyond expectations. It evaluates its time without

impatience which it almost doesn’t consider; it loses

itself before a hornet that dives deep in its buzz,

before a glass with its clear circle floating in the air.

Quiet, endless period after the responsibility and 

the action, silent, sweet period, like a woman in bed,

a woman after an orgasm, who joyously weights

the soft heaviness of man’s genitals in her palm.


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