Sunday, May 4, 2008

The Shadows of Birds: 3

Yannis Ritsos

A backpack
hung in a tree
I searched through it
neither bread nor feathers
hung it back up
the hunter didn't show up
a bird
landed on my shoulder
and spoke to me:
If you flap your wings
I'll take you to him.

Athens—May 5, 1980

from The Shadows of Birds (1980) [Collected Poems: IDelta ---pg 344]

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