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Provence, La Bergerie de Marena en Lubéron (XIV), a 1968 photograph by Jean Dieuzaide (1921-2003)
A poem by Yannis Ritsos (born 1 May, 1909; died 11 November,  1990):
Simplicity
I hide behind simple things so you’ll find me; if you don’t find me, you’ll find the things, you’ll touch what my hand has touched, our hand-prints will merge. The August moon glitters in the kitchen like a tin-plated pot (it gets that way because of what I’m saying to you), it lights up the empty house and the house’s kneeling silence— always the silence remains kneeling. Every word is a doorway to a meeting, one often cancelled, and that’s when a word is true; when it insists on the meeting.

—translated from the Greek by Edmund Keeley

Provence, La Bergerie de Marena en Lubéron (XIV), a 1968 photograph by Jean Dieuzaide (1921-2003)

A poem by Yannis Ritsos (born 1 May, 1909; died 11 November, 1990):

Simplicity

I hide behind simple things so you’ll find me;
if you don’t find me, you’ll find the things,
you’ll touch what my hand has touched,
our hand-prints will merge.

The August moon glitters in the kitchen
like a tin-plated pot (it gets that way because of what I’m saying to you),
it lights up the empty house and the house’s kneeling silence—
always the silence remains kneeling.

Every word is a doorway
to a meeting, one often cancelled,
and that’s when a word is true; when it insists on the meeting.

—translated from the Greek by Edmund Keeley