Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume I

A Familiar Dog

This dog we have known for years – always the same

always with a big bone in his teeth that he doesn’t even eat

his teeth don’t let it go (and how is he to bark?)

unless every night when we sleep while hiding

he gnaws it secretly and digging somewhere – who knows –

he finds a new bone for the next day or unless

he has learned that barking is useless

that he doesn’t protect anybody neither garden nor house

neither fountain nor himself from the moon from time

from the thieves

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