The Black Boat The old man sits on the doorsill. Evening. Alone. He holds an apple in his hand. Others left their lives under the auspices of the stars. What can we say to them? Night is night. Nor do we know what is to follow. The moon seems a little playful, endlessly shimmering on the sea. Nevertheless, within this radiance can be clearly seen the black, double-oared boat with its dark boatman drawing near. -Yannis Ritsos Athens, May 4, 1988
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