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.

Nude Descending a Staircase

NUDE DESCENDING A STAIRCASE

She came down
  with a crooked smile
            her pheromones
                  leaping out.

Lovely, yes,
   spectacular
      in her colors.

Behind the bright faÁade
    the glue of her composure
        was unstuck
            oozing out of every pore.

The picture s h a tt e red.

She came down
   a nude
      descending the staircase
fragmented
and
torn

Trailing
pieces
of
herself
along
       the escalator.