Rough

Poem By Roland Jooris

Poetry
is becoming that
gets stuck in the
rough, cracked
cackhanded flawlessness
of the unnamed

its completion
is chance, the haltingly
unspoiled from its
crooked pen

poetry
does not polish what
it says, it scours itself out
in its tarnishing

Translated by John Irons

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