Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume III

22nd of November
Frosty sunshine; I didn’t look at the colors;
I didn’t turn my eyes towards them.
I know of nothing but my cigarette
and the weight of its ash.
I contemplate on the most bizarre things.
During the nights, soon as we lie down,
the rats wake up,
walk around the table, gnaw edges
of our shoes and our papers; they sit on
our stools, lick the leftover oil off the cans
and we always find holes in our bread and
traces of their paws on the table.
Monday is usually full of holes and small
crosses of dust from one end to its other.

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The Circle

excerpt

“Come on, sweetheart, you need to see all this; don’t forget you won’t have
this opportunity again anytime soon.”
She perks up a bit and looks at the immense horizon on her right side with all
the sand and light; the brightness blinds her. The sun is definitely something they
have plenty of in this part of the world.
“Everything looks so bright, honey. I can’t look at this for too long because
my eyes get tired, even though I’m wearing sunglasses.”
“I know, Emily, yet you must try to see all you can,” he insists.
They’ve driven halfway to their destination when Rassan stops the car at a
small town where they’ll have lunch and the chance to stretch their legs before
they carry on. They find a small restaurant. Rassan and Abdul go inside and
check things out; when they come back appear pleased the place looks good, the
women and Ibrahim with Talal go inside. The small restaurant is filled with
travelers and there are a few other women.
Ibrahim lets Rassan order food and wine from the menu. The food will be
shared by everyone as they don’t order individual plates. Emily likes this way of
ordering as she doesn’t have to ask Talal to order things for her.
They are served on big platters and the wine comes in a carafe; Rassan fills
their glasses and they toast the health of everyone.
To Emily’s surprise, the food is very tasty, although she doesn’t know what
everything she eats is. Talal leans closer to her and asks, “Do you like the food,
sweetheart?”
She smiles at him and nods with her mouth full of delicious, creamy pate,
and her wine glass raised, ready to take a sip.
They arrive in Basra by mid afternoon when the heat of the day is at its peak.
Basra is the second largest city in Iraq with a population of 1,700,000; it’s the center
of the oil-exporting facilities in the south. There are substantial petroleum resources
and many oil wells in the area. They pump out about 150,000 barrels a day. The
fertile land around the periphery of the city produces a variety of grains, such as rice,
wheat, barley and corn. They also produce many meat and dairy products here.
During the war, the British stationed themselves in Basra and the city experienced
few effects from the war. Now, the city is completely rebuilt and in full swing with
the export of oil. In fact, most Iraqi oil wealth passes through this city.
Basra was first built thousands of years ago and was considered the cradle of
the Sumerian civilization. These days it’s called the Venice of Iraq because of its
elaborate system of canals and waterways leading to the open waters of the
Persian Gulf. The canal system is a lot more visible and functional during the
high tide, than at low tide.

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Neo-Hellene Poets, an Anthology of Modern Greek Poetry

SECRET
Some souls are made of marble
others of pain or smiles
and one is made of rose petals
though I won’t reveal who.
My heart would suffer if I exposed you
so I put a lock on my mouth
and though many wise people are around me
no one has managed to guess yet.
Some souls are made of crystals
others are made of tears
and one is made of rose petals
though I won’t reveal who.
I’ve sworn never to disclose even unto death,
but then, who knows, perhaps someday…
Something is burning my lips! Better
to stop this song right now and go no further.

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Red in Black

Phone Call
Imperceptible laughter
your eyes question
rekindling the absence
your arms an embrace
waiting
and I dreamed of the moment
that escapes me
your light voice
feather touch on my tympanums
a fairy’s caress that felt
the stress of sundown
its kingdom and its power
and you let a light laughter
in the cool afternoon
as if spring suddenly came
and the hyacinths
had already bloomed

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