The quiet middays of summer

Yannis Ritsos poetry:

''Midday summer dream #13''

WE WILL use the globe, the one the teacher uses to teach geography, as a ball and roll it through the green countryside in the chamomile.

At night we climbed to the village cemetery and secretly looked for skulls, filling them with grasses and flowers.

In the empty eye sockets we placed two roses.

Now everything is bright and colorful.

Even if it wasn't summer according to the calendar, we knew it would soon be here.

from Midday Summer Dream (1938) [Collected Poems: Alpha ---pg 347]

Translated by Scott King

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