Yannis Ritsos
Tall eucalyptus trees and a wide moon.
A star shimmers on the water.
The heavens white, silver.
Stones, ravaged stones, all the way up.
Nearby, in the shallows, a fish
is heard jumping, a second, a third . . .
Grand, ecstatic orphanage — freedom.
October 21, 1968
Partheni concentration camp
from Stones [Collected Poems:I ]
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