Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume I

The Wound

To simplify things he would prefer

clean counters the white smooth

finished lines of statues

to carry on with his correspondence (he

acquired enough paper and envelopes last night)

forgetting that small turtle tied

by one of its legs with a string hung from the tree

that he never dared set free though there was

no one around to see him



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