Missa Bestialis

De Toto Corpore
he bewails
and stretches his neck forward
in his dilated nostrils
the dense air disperses
in and out
the thickly whiteness in his nose
freezes when he reaches the cold bars
with his tongue ruckles
smacks his lips
on his bloody eyes voluptuously
his bushy eyebrow falls
until the drop of saline
drools towards it
his false delight
he slobbers extensively
and chokes up
near the eyelid wide open
luringly shimmers
the salt ball
within his hazy desire grows
and nears
his entire body shaking
when the taste numbs him
voluptuously his moving tongue

his numb body
his voluptuous pain
goes through his limb
he lifts his head
languidly he stretches
allowing buzzing flies
to swirl around
his goopy eye

Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume V

Vernal Noon

How is it that carts pass along the seashore road

loaded again with bags made of paper and filled with

sulphur? (They will put sulphur on the grapevines

the day after tomorrow. They will leave a plate

of grapes on the window ledge. How is it, that we hear

the thuds of hammering wood from the shipyard again?

An oar gleams at the far end. A woman shakes a colourful

blanket off the balcony. And this old man, with a long

cane, whips the air serenely, hunting a big, invisible

bird with square wings.

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