Today's poem is by Guy Goffette, translated by Marilyn Hacker
Yannis Ritsos
The mountains, the houses, the trees
and the wide courtyard, empty and drownedin sunlight. It would only take a name
uttered in a low voice: Helen orPersephone, for the sea to emerge
from the fig tree's shadow, for the little cartto come back, loaded
with seaweed and debris, behindthe mule with closed eyes. It would only take
a simple word for the hills todepart, one by one, silently, like
Ulysses' rivals, and for the treesastonished by the windows' conflagration
to turn to statues, whilein the midst of the flames grows the shadow
of a man at his table, indifferentto the fire, and carving with an
old penknife on the blaze of sunlightbrought back from Yaros something no
god nor tyrant would everdeny to the blind man, the widow,
the mother: luminous tears.
Copyright © 2004 Marilyn Hacker All rights reserved
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