Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Clay: 32

Yannis Ritsos

So many twisting tasks
he completely lost
his way.
Perhaps they asked about him—
then went searching
to find him.
Dark gave way to dawn.
Soon it will rain.
No one is looking for him.

Athens—January 19, 1978

from Clay (1980) [Collected Poems: IDelta ---pg 93]

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