Urban emptiness

Yiannis Ritsos poetry

Deep breaths

Sunday white

and seagull
the water
just barely whispers
a cart goes by
weighted down with whitewash
if a white word can be found
I'll say it to you.

translated by Scott king: visit King's blog

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