Glass, metal and cement

Yannis Ritsos

Yellow sky, black moon.
If I knew what shirt you were wearing,
if I knew where you were sitting,
the sky and my voice wouldn't be the same.

translated by Scott King
from Small Dedications (1960-1965)

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