A Small Poem

by Yannis Ritsos

The dog held the bird by the wing.
On the rock dripped small circles of blood.
The hunter was lying on the grass—he was handsome—
a red hole on his temple. The dog stood over him, staring with grief—
he wouldn’t drop the bird from his teeth.

Translated from the Greek by Minas Savvas.

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