Yannis Ritsos An unexpected wind blew. Yannis Ritsos, “Maybe, Someday”. moments exactly what you’ve lost? SUSPICION. Nowhere is this more apparent than in this volume, which presents a series of three diaries in poetry that Ritsos wrote between 1948 and 1950, during and just… The rhythm of nature smiles in tragic horror A girl buttoned his jacket slowly https://livewire.thewire.in/fiction-and-verse/only-the-poem-lasts-yannis-ritsos rippling the water into which a single man Sadness hung in the air. Consequently, a woman smiled, softly, warmly, fluffily, When night descended the great, inky mountainside, he threw our keys into the … like the guilty who could and did believe. American Literary Translators Association (ALTA). called its happiness loudly—one voice rhythmic and out of tune You can smell the orange grove on the hill; you can hear children bowling barrel hoops down the street. Roundness was shattered. you hear sharp air ringing your sleep On 10 May 1936 the 27-year old Greek poet Yiannis Ritsos saw a newspaper photograph of a woman weeping over the body of her son, a Salonica tobacco-factory worker killed by police during a strike. They even suspect your compliance, hurdled over the hills, lovingly threatening The sea was still staring at his eyes―he was missing. His poetry was banned at times in Greece due to his left wing beliefs. You revealed to him The road, the sky, the stars exist Register now and publish your best poems or read and bookmark your favorite popular famous poems. If only you hadn’t seen— who was talking and remained As she put on her stockings, he noticed the bed— when you stand up straight behind some memory, On Monemvasia in the Peloponnese, where he was born, there is a beautiful statue of him overlooking the sea there. Fortunately it was dark A silent bullet. and, still dressed and with your shoes on, you lay down and He felt it in his nostrils: the promise of the sea’s dew. a star looked him in the eye. At night, I listen to the steps, *******fell asleep. Spring Ulmer is the author of Benjamin’s Spectacles (selected by Sonia Sanchez for Kore Press’s 2007 First Book Award) and The Age of Virtual Reproductions. As a guilty soul whose appetite was sated, you could not he’d often seen in the mirror not his face but his skull. when you smile at the star that remains faithful to you, My wounded beloved―he said. and caress the chair’s back. CONSCIOUSNESS. The books is inspired and informed by a wide range of books: non-fiction accounts, histories, and memoirs, by … Bare branches not counting the guilt of others. In his hands he held the shadow of his hands. Now, in the evenings, a star shines on him. Notable works by Ritsos include The roused need no more reveilles. During the same year, composer Mikis Theodorakis set parts of Romiossyni to music and Grigoris Bithikotsis lent his voice to the released record. yes, they are your flocks, was bobbing in the waves The morning beats the windowpanes with her warm ring ... “I know that everyone marches to love alone ... oblivious to the voices of those his own age. Yannis Ritsos: Selected Poems 1938-1988 features more than 440 poems from 43 of Ritsos' short and long poems by the editors, an index of 117 of Ritsos' books of poetry, translation, fiction, essays and drama, and more than 25 illustrations based on Yannis Ritsos' celebrated paintings on rocks. So you have to get used to—he said— Guilty, of the unknown, your conscious wealth. some roses hunchbacked from the burden of their fragrance.