The Lan Su Yuan classical Chinese garden in Portland features stones from Lake Tai in China.
They sent all the way to China
for stones with holes in them?
But it's not the stones that matter--
it's the holes.
Each one a cup brimming with China,
each one a window on the Middle Kingdom.
They say walls have ears:
perhaps stones have eyes. Perhaps they watch us
with water-worn patience.
Oregon rain drips over the Taihu stones.
They cry for their lost home.
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Friday, July 31, 2009
Taihu Stones
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3 comments:
Beautiful! Especially the phrase "water worn patience."
I feel the longing of China in these stones and their tears. Well written. Have a great day.
I love how the stones are cups and windows!
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