He comes from a land
where each spindly stalk,
every pebble on the shore,
cilia on the legs of a bee,
have a nimbus visible to the eye;
where even shadows
are cauled in light
the eyes of the soul
identify...
I come from a land
with sun so fierce
that shadows cringe
and try to hide;
where light pares light
incisively as a scalpel,
and as impersonally...
His sun proffers its eidolon's
colossal pomegranate seed;
rose aureoles Karlovassi
as evening empties
day's last veins
in solitary salute
to Yannis Ritsos
and the orphaned waves...
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*At Karlovassi, on Samos, every summer
during the last years of his life,
the Greek poet Yannis Ritsos (1909-1990)
sat on a seat local people constructed
for him beside the sea, writing his poems.
Light s antipodes
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