Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume IV

Apollo on Antigonu’s Medal
Of all his statues, indeed great works of art, the small
medal of Antigonus touched us the most — on it,
Apollo, sitting inside a trireme, seems to be concentrated,
at the same time absentminded and not as complacent —
perhaps because the tight space reveals his secret beauty
better and perhaps for this reason, naked, without his lyre,
in a familiar pose, it allows certain deeper encounter, even
certain flattery, perhaps, we too, naked like him, hide in
the foggy, confined circle of the medal — the beautiful
and distancing trireme helped to this a lot.

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Chthonian Bodies

Monology
Of sacred things and tidings
coming from spirits divine
I shall speak of festivities
Sun dance to beg for
our salvation from
the clutches of the white man
who came uninvited
to civilize us, oh, brothers
of the coyote and kin of the raven
their sacrilege such
substitute for our peace
fake brotherly love aiming
through their musket’s barrel
yes, children of the Mochicans
arise to the height of your souls
bury the white civilizers
in the graves they’ve dug for us

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