<div><DIV>October 27, 1948<BR><BR>There are so many thorns here – <BR><BR>brown thorns, yellow thorns all along the length of the day, even into sleep.<BR><BR>When the nights jump the barbed wire they leave tattered strips of skirt behind.<BR><BR>The words we once found beautiful faded like an old man’s vest in a trunk like a sunset darkened on the windowpanes.</DIV></div><br/> <i>(Continues...)</i> <!-- Copyright Notice --> <blockquote><hr noshade size='1'><font size='-2'>Excerpted from <b>Diaries of Exile</b> by <b>Yannis Ritsos, Edmund Keeley, Karen Emmerich</b>. Copyright © 2012 Yannis Ritsos. Excerpted by permission of Steerforth Press. <br/>All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.<br/>Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.</font><hr noshade size='1'></blockquote>