A little Yannis Ritsos

The Meaning of Simplicity

I hide behind simple things so you'll find me
if you don't find me, you'll find the things,
you'll touch what my hand has touched,
our hand-prints will merge.

The August moon glitters in the kitchen
like a tin-plated pot (it gets that way
because of what I'm saying to you),
it lights up the empty house and
the house's kneeling silence--
always the silence remains kneeling.

Every word is a doorway
to a meeting, one often cancelled,
and that's when a word is true:
when it insists on the meeting.

-Yannis Ritsos
translated from the Greek by Edmund Keeley


thangjam & thangjam 11/20/2008 9:57 PM  

God! I've been searching for this poem. Thank you very much for posting it here.

Thank yu and thanks.

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