Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume III


A bird on the tree, a short chirps, a second chirp

that ties the white spring apron around its waist;

turning its head it looks carefully, looks happy

and suddenly it dives into the light-blue, vanishes

              in its song.

Where are you looking at? Do you still see it? Show it

              to me.



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