Saturday, April 30, 2016

Anna Couani #119 from Seconds 1988-9 by Yannis Ritsos trans Antigone Kefala

a small white sailing boat
leaves traces on the moving water
the black comes wrapped
in white bandages
white is the emptiness
writing words on white paper
jasmine flowers on the table

on the harbour
the boats start to dock for the evening
a white feather from a cockatoo
tinged with yellow
lies on the grass

in the dusk
white butterflies
visit the roses
growing darker along the fence

the houses opposite are white
behind that the city lights

start coming on


  1. I don't know why but this has a tremendous sense of everything poised waiting for something

  2. thanks Michele, I like that idea


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