Saturday, December 17, 2005

The house with wooden staircase
And orange trees,
Looks out towards the azure mountains.
The countryside wanders nonchalantly around the rooms.
Two mirrors reflect the singing of the birds.
And in the the bedroom
Lie abandoned two slippers made of cloth
The type used by the elderly.
So, when night falls,
The departed visit the house once more,
In order to collect something they left behind,
A scarf, a vest, a shirt, two socks
And then, possibly due to forgetfulness
Or carelessness,
Take along something of ours.
Next day, the postman passes our door
Without stopping

Les Oranges by Fabrice de Villeneuve
Poem by Yannis Ritsos


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