These long stars
on
stalks
that have grown up
early
and are like
water
plants and that stand
in all
the pools and the lake
even
at the brim
of
the dark cup
before
your mouth these are
the one
slit star
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
reading, one feels an Asian appreciation of the immensity of things, with its hint that informed whimsy freshens life. MM