Showing posts with label Lots (1977). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lots (1977). Show all posts

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Lots: 10

Yannis Ritsos

10.
The church's clock
the whitewashed houses
so many many leaves
innumerable
even inside the inexplicable
and on the chair in the garden.


from Lots (1977) [Collected Poems: IGamma ---pg 270]

Monday, October 20, 2008

Lots: 9

Yannis Ritsos

9.
The tree walks by
limping
from the leaves that fell
from the birds that left
from the rope
without the horse.


from Lots (1977) [Collected Poems: IGamma ---pg 270]

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Lots: 8

Yannis Ritsos

8.
Stones and words
words and stones
stones.


from Lots (1977) [Collected Poems: IGamma ---pg 269]

Lots: 7

Yannis Ritsos

7.
The ship departed
the whistle remained
in the room all night
on the white sheets
completely naked
after love making.


from Lots (1977) [Collected Poems: IGamma ---pg 269]

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Lots: 6

Yannis Ritsos

6.
Don't take too long
at the urinal
the others are waiting
by the roses.


from Lots (1977) [Collected Poems: IGamma ---pg 269]

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Lots: 5

Yannis Ritsos

5.
Under the lamp
he lit his cigarette
the match wasn't visible
the statue's hair
turned blue.


from Lots (1977) [Collected Poems: IGamma ---pg 268]

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Lots: 4

Yannis Ritsos

4.
A pregnant woman
at the window
below the window
the sea
with scattered lemons
with drowning victims.


from Lots (1977) [Collected Poems: IGamma ---pg 268]

Monday, September 15, 2008

Lots: 3

Yannis Ritsos

3.
In the beginning the egg
in the end the bird
later the song
endless
antithetical.


from Lots (1977) [Collected Poems: IGamma ---pg 268]

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Lots: 2

Yannis Ritsos

2.
Blue mountain
red river
the bird on the cloud
all lies we were told
all lies we tell.


from Lots (1977) [Collected Poems: IGamma ---pg 267]

Friday, September 12, 2008

Lots: 1

Yannis Ritsos

1.
Colored yarn
on the floor
and the knitting needle
stuck in the wall—
you're too late.


from Lots (1977) [Collected Poems: IGamma ---pg 267]