I don't say that life is good
I would rather say that it is evil
but I don't say that either.
I wish for only three tools:
the setsquare, the scissors, the knife-blade
so I can measure and cut out
what can be measured
and what can be cut out.
The rest the night must measure
and those creatures that emerge
at that late hour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem