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.
Yannis Ritsos, tr. by Edmund Keeley, from “The Meaning of Simplicity,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

















