Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume VI

The Lift Operator

And he has a silent deceitfulness in his goodness; he
waits until the light gets tired in its width, to lean and
disclose his secret,
which he will make his, like he did with the secret
of the shadow and its root, of the water and the stone.
Then, embarrassed, he stops in front of the kiosk
of the crippled man to buy a newspaper and insists
to read it with such naturalness, trying to wedge
himself between the opposing titles or between
the fine printed letters that run like ants, poke holes in
and nest in the newspaper as if it is their earth homes.
However, a bird winks at him, and he responds,
a stray dog wags its tail in front of him,
a green leaf shows all its veins to him, and
he smiles

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