We passed great to the island
“Nothing great happened.
And yet, all day the light was blowing,
our hands smelled of the sea,
and we said: it’s good, after all, that we exist.”
Yannis Ritsos, Small Seasons (Μικρές Εποχές), 1958.
English translation by Edmund Keeley,
Selected Poems of Yannis Ritsos, Princeton University Press, 1975.
