[New-Poetry] Poems by Others Yannis Ritsos

[TheOldMole]

This gem comes from the website Jim just referenced, about the Peter 
Davis book.

“The Third One”:

               The three of them sat before the window looking at the sea.
               One talked about the sea. The second listened. The third
               Neither spoke nor listened; he was deep in the sea; he 
floated.
               Behind the windowpanes, his movements were slow, clear
               In the thin pale blue. He was exploring a sunken ship.
               He rang the dead bell for the watch; fine bubbles
               Rose bursting with a soft sound—suddenly,
               “Did he drown?” asked one; the other said, “He drowned.” 
The third one
               looked back at them helpless from the bottom of the sea, the
               way one looks at drowned people.