Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Selected Books, Volume I

We Continue

Every time he says “I’m finished” he never finishes

Sometimes it is the window with the long flowing curtain

sometimes the fourth leg of the chair sometime the glass

left under the bed next to the shoes

especially the inside part of the fridge – so artificially white –

with the bitten red apple still preserved

showing clearly traces of the same teeth

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