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The Acrobat after Yannis Ritsos

He walked on his hands, so perfectly upside-down
that he seemed to make past present, present past.

Then the floor opened and swallowed him.
We looked at each other: who would ever believe us?

A moment later, the doorbell rang.
There he stood, with a basket of oranges.

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Yannis Ritsos
David Harsent
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Series 3 Number 18 - Transitions

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Yannis Ritsos

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Yannis Ritsos

YANNIS RITSOS (Monemvasia 1 May 1909 – Athens 11 November 1990) was a left-wing activist and an active member of the Greek Res...

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David Harsent


David Harsent

DAVID HARSENT has published eleven volumes of poetry. Legion won the Forward Prize for best collection; Night won the Griffin...

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