A biker

Yannis Ritsos

Incredible—he said—
and had fallen to his knees.
It rained.
The two bicycles were left
under the trees. 

from Clay (1980) [Collected Poems: IDelta ---pg 85]

A pale hand
pulls the nail
the mirror falls
the wall falls.
Tourists arrive
photographs are taken

from Clay (1980) [Collected Poems: IDelta ---pg 83]
(translated by Scott King) 

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