7624974354_5fe8f1f786_zWillow branches graze the grass,
As I sit in the shade drinking tea.
A note from a flute blows clearly,
Mingling with the sound of rain.
I could sit here alone forever,
And still I’d never feel lonely.




Anonymous poem inscribed
on an old Yi Hsing tea pot
Translated by Daniel Reid
Byron Bay 6th July 2007

This poem first published on the blog January 11, 2008.

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