Receiving Rosos Poetry ｜ She saw the day, a bird looked directly at her

Jannis Ritsos (1909-1990), one of the founders of Greek poets in the twentieth century, was born in Millina Vasia and came to Athens to study in the early years. Become a document and actor, published works in the 1930s, and published the first collection of poems "Track" in 1934. In 1936, he became famous for his strike of Saalonica tobacco workers to write a growth poem "Epidifoos", which was highly evaluated by the great poet Paramas.

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Come in, gentlemen -he said. No inconvenience. Let's review everything;

I have nothing to hide. This is the bedroom, this is the study,

This is the kitchen. here? ——The attic of old things; -

Everything is old, gentlemen; full; everything is old,

Older,

It's so fast, gentlemen; this? —— needle hoop; -Mom;

this? Mom's oil lamp, mother's umbrella -she loves me unusually; -

But what about this fake ID card? What about this treasure? Is this dirty towel?

This play ticket? Is this shirt wearing a hole? Blood?

this picture? His, by the way, with a woman's hat, covered with flowers,

The title is given to a stranger -his handwriting-

Who hidden these nests here? Who hidden these nests here? Who

Hidden these nests here?

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Pottery craftsman

One day, he finished his work and made large water cans, flower pots, and rice bowls. Left

Some clay. He became a woman. Her breasts

Big and strong. He was depressed. He went home late.

His wife gurgled. He didn't answer. the next day

He left more clay and had more on the third day.

He didn't want to go home. His wife left him.

His eyes burned. His body is half naked. He surrounded a red belt.

He slept with a clay woman all night. Dawn

You can hear him sing after the fence of the workshop.

He also solved his red waistband. nude. Thorough nude.

What surrounds him

Empty large water cans, empty rice bowls, empty flower pots

And the beautiful, blind, dumb and dumb woman, with a pair of bite breasts.

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morning

She opened the shutters. She hangs the single on the window sill. She saw the day.

A bird looked directly at her, reflected in her eyes. "I am alone," she whispered.

"I'm alive." She entered the room. The mirror is also a window.

If I jump out of it, I will fall into my arms.

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almost

He picked up something that was not matched -a stone,

A piece of broken tiles, two burning matches,

The rotten nails on the opposite wall,

The leaves floating outside the window, flowers from the water from the water

Dripping water droplets, a little bit of wheat straw

Blow into your hair wind yesterday -he took them

In his backyard, a tree was almost built.

Poetry is in this "almost". Can you see it?

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The first pleasure

Proud mountains, Calitro Mon, Irion, Roblis,

Maver reefs, vines, wheat and olives;

They once mined the stone field here, and the sea was withdrawn;

The strong smell of fragrant trees burned by the sun,

Drop resin dripped into pieces. huge

The night. There, on the seawall, it is not yet an adult

Archigens, when he is a laces, when he is right

Holding his feet in his palm, he felt particularly pleasant.

When he stared at the reflection in the water, there was a while

His heart drifted away. Then

He walked into the blacksmith workshop customization of his shield--

Now he knows his detailed shape, engraved on it

Picture scenery and size.

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Pay attention to sleeping, poetic habitat

Facing the sea, looking for light with black eyes. On November 16, 2015, the Poetry Society of Sleeping Poetry Club, the Poetry Club took the mission of "speaking for grassroots poets" and the purpose of promoting the "spirit of poetry", that is, the pursuit of the truth, kindness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spirit of poetry. Poetry friends have been published in the collection of poems "The Spring Blossoms of Sleeping Poems" and "The Grass Ying Ying Flying on Sleeping Poems".

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