And look, my brother, we learned to talk
very quietly and simply.
We understand each other now - there is no need for anything more.
And I say tomorrow we will become still simpler;
we’ll find those words that take on the same weight iin all hearts, on all lips
so that we can call figs figs, and a trough a trough,
so that others will smile and say: ‘We’re making you
a hundred poems an hour’. This is what we want too.
Because we do not sing to separate ourselves from people, my brother,
we sing to bring people together.
from ‘The Blackened Pot’, Yannis Ritsos
