Self-portrait

Poem By Roland Jooris

What resides
intact in him
is no purity

is no child
that writes with still stubby
letters

it is a look
that gazes rough and
merciless

it is what conflictingly
disrupts and
compels him

it is recalcitrance

Translated by John Irons

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