Postings of poems by the Greek poet Yannis Ritsos in English translation. This blog, launched in 2009 to celebrate the 100th anniversary of the poet's birth, continues now after a two year break. All translations (and mistranslations) are by Scott King unless otherwise noted.
"perhaps the shattering of the poem will create the poem..." —Yannis Ritsos, from Hints (1970)
Friday, January 16, 2009
Black trunks wet trees fog. Rifles of hunters crashing rocks a motorcycle. How long will this weather last. Far off, a red column can be made out perfectly.
Athens—January 15, 1978
from Clay (1980) [Collected Poems: IDelta ---pg 82]