Showing posts with label Biker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Biker. Show all posts
A biker
Yannis Ritsos
Incredible—he said—
incredible—
and had fallen to his knees.
It rained.
The two bicycles were left
inexplicably
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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