Yannis Ritsos
Acrobat
He walked on his hands, so perfectly upside-down
that he seemed to make past present, present past.
Then the floor opened and swallowed him.
We looked at each other: who would ever believe us?
A moment later, the doorbell rang.
There he stood, with a basket of oranges.
that he seemed to make past present, present past.
Then the floor opened and swallowed him.
We looked at each other: who would ever believe us?
A moment later, the doorbell rang.
There he stood, with a basket of oranges.
In Secret: Versions of Yannis Ritsos by
Yannis Ritsos, translated by David Harsent
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