A moon glued to the windowpane like a cancelled postage stamp
on a letter undelivered. The closed furniture shop filled
barks alone amid the avenue lights. No matter
how high you may sling objects, they will not remain in the air,
they will not sprout wings; they will fall with a thud on the earth
in almost the same place, like the coins of chance,
revealing exactly that side you did not want to appear.
Yannis Ritsos (1909 - 1990) Greece
Translated by Kimon Friar and Kostas Myrsiades
Source: The Jackdaw's Nest
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