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)
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