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Yannis Ritsos: A Selection from the Forties 67 No thought of sleep anymore no thought of even turning on your other side. Many dry, dark steps — foreign steps in the street or the stairs around a piece of silence or a piece of ice or death — you didn't know— around something cold and round and indifferent. And a small ball here or there changed place, always closed and total like quicksilver from the broken thermometer on the floor. Desolate villages, dried-up rivers in a ruthless dry summer. Bombed churches. A white wind whistled like the mad cantor who sang wild hymns in the shooting and the priest with the boots of the dead officer raised his cassock and jumped over the fence. On the walls the slogans were crossed out. Muffled cannon volleys far off, low on the horizon the silence of the lost war. A dead horse on the slope. The ice made the shoe stick to the stocking, the stocking to the leg. We'll return — they said. Even without legs we'll return. The cornfields rustled weirdly as if they were tearing the papers as if they were tearing our flags with our patriotic songs. Two thin clouds hung over the mountain like two braids of garlic beside the fireplace in a bombed house. Let's hide this light lest they take it from us — where shall we hide it — he said. The other man gazed at his fingernails. It was growing dark. They came down close against the wall. They bent took their shadows and Covered themselves. They vanished. Only their cigarettes, far off, sometimes a red glow.
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