The poets are waiting in line

permits no futility at all. —Yannis Ritsos, translated by Edmund Keeley

in front of the new moon, even though
in front of the new moon, even though
the sparest grass at the edge of the road
the sparest grass at the edge of the road
permits no futility at all. —Yannis Ritsos, translated by Edmund Keeley
permits no futility at all.
—Yannis Ritsos, translated by Edmund Keeley

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