The light on structures

Yannis Ritsos
Poetry — he said —
mute confessional
penitent sincerity.
No — said the other —
unexpected insignificant
nipped on one corner
by a nail clipper.
Poetry is, as a result,
not a perfect square.

from Clay (1980) [Collected Poems: IDelta ---pg 92]

translated by Scott King ( http://yannisritsos.blogspot.gr )