Saturday, June 25, 2011

The Teapot Poem

The Teapot Poem
Gentle rain
runs in tiny rivulets
down to an enchanted pool
where silver fish flash like lightning
below the surface
swallows bank upon the breeze
dip and skitter along the water
chasing their shadows
on the wind.
  • J. Larkin 3/03/2006
    My translation of a poem inscribed in 
  • Chinese characters on a clay teapot.

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