The Meaning Of Simplicity
I hide behind simple things so you’ll find me,
if you don’t find me, you’ll find the things,
you’ll touch what my hand has touched,
our hand prints will merge.
The August moon glitters in the kitchen
like a tin-plated pot (it gets that way
because of what I’m saying to you),
it lights up the empty house and
the house’s kneeling silence–
always the silence remains kneeling.
Every word is a doorway
to a meeting, one often cancelled,
and that’s when a word is true:
when it insists on the meeting.
–Yannis Ritsos, Greece
The Poetry Corner 