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)
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Once again naked, extreme. And his hands— no longer covered— simply mock his wristwatch.
Athens—January 18, 1978
from Clay (1980) [Collected Poems: IDelta ---pg 90]