Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume I

Alien Death

When he walked to the upper room of the hospital

he saw the sick man totally covered

with a white starched sheet – perhaps he had

been dead for a while Right above the bed

on the bare wall his pants were hanging

with two legs opened and nailed

like a triangular arch of cloth From there

you could pass straight into the garden of the museum

with replicas of ancient statues with couples

on benches and roasted chickpea sellers



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