Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume II

Proletariat Speaker
He tried to speak; hesitated;
He repeated the same words; he stopped.
That was all, he said, and placed his hands on the table.
His hand, steady and with a clear outline, like
a big trowel. We could trust in the words
he didn’t say and in his hands.
The buzzing light descended outside the room.

https://draft2digital.com/book/3562968

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0851M9LTV

Leave a comment