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Oh, I particularly like the first poem, Jon. Are these from a collection? Andrew 2009/3/9 Jon Corelis <[log in to unmask]> > Two poems by Iannis Ritsos > > (tr. from the Greek by Nikos Stangos) > > > Approximately > > He picks up in his hands things that don’t match – a stone, > a broken roof-tile, two burned matches, > the rusty nail from the wall opposite, > the leaf that came in through the window, the drops > dropping from the watered flower pots, that bit of straw > the wind blew in your hair yesterday – he takes them > and he builds, in his backyard, approximately a tree. > Poetry is in this ‘approximately’. Can you see it? > > > Around the well > > The thee women sat around the well holding their pitchers. > Big red leaves fell on their hair and shoulders. > Someone hidden behind the plane-trees threw a stone. > The pitcher broke. The water did not spill; it remained standing, > all shining, looking towards where we were hiding. > > > > -- > =============================================== > > Jon Corelis http://jcorelis.googlepages.com/joncorelis > > =============================================== > -- Andrew http://hispirits.blogspot.com/