Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume II

Wealth
During the summer nights, when the day turns cool
you hear the air crystals chime while you
sleep
as if your flock of sheep passes, without bleating,
and grazes in the sky, yes, your flock, you who never had
a single lamb, so certain and calm and absolute
that, when you wake up in the morning, the simplest
work you do and the most unimportant discussion
you’re forced to endure take such seriousness and
meaning of your unknown, yet, realized wealth.

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