Quatrain About a Pot
On a nameless clay
I see your face once more
My eyes are not that dim, obviously
for seeing what is not there
What is the worth of this pot, anyway,
save part illusion?
something that will break one day
and for us to make eternal
1973
Translator: Laksmi Pamuntjak
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Taken from Selected Poems, Puisi Pilihan: Revised and Expanded [Kata Kita: 2004]
