Yannis Ritsos
50.
The day was filled with cicadas
an old water diviner
carried a basket
of fresh white eggs
he wasn't selling them
he took them to his son
on the hill
where the woodcutters
fell large trees
near the river
all night
the homeless birds called out
the women who listened to them
found their beds filled with
large pinecones
and daisies.
Kalamos—May 19, 1980
from The Shadows of Birds (1980) [Collected Poems: IDelta ---pg 365-366]
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