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Alone with His WorkYannis Ritsos
All night he galloped alone, in wild excitement, pitilessly spurringhis horse’s flanks. They were waiting for him, he said, undoubtedly,there was great urgency. When he arrived at dawnno one was waiting, there was no one. He looked all around.Desolate houses, bolted. They were asleep.He heard beside him his horse panting—foam on his mouth, sores on his ribs, his back flayed.He hugged his horse’s neck and began to weep.The horse’s eyes, large, dark, near to deat...