Sunday, April 6, 2008


Yannis Ritsos

A star shines in the early evening like light through a keyhole.
You place your eye against it and look inside. You see everything.
Behind the locked door, the world is all lit up.

It's up to you to open it.

from Notes On The Margins Of Time (1938-1941) [Collected Poems A' -- pg 491]

This translation originally appeared in Great River Review (Fall/Winter 2001-2002) in a slightly different version.

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