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96 Tanyol / Christie 2This is a cracked vase which long ago a potter’s hand raised into the air you could see daylight from inside a detail I’d forgotten This is a shapely vase, like feet that rapidly shift to the rhythm of music and dance like rippling satin that covers the bosom and stirs 3This is a dragon-shaped vase, the inside conveys Tao’s laughter only the wild bamboos Li Po brought back from the house of the Tao master whom he sought but never found look good in this vase This is a tipsy-looking vase of jade and not distant as Pound’s Cathay but just as near 4This is a dark vase, inside the rank smell of forgotten flowers 5This is a vase full of pain reflecting the emptiness of a house veiled in flowers of gauze
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Tanyol / Christie 6This is a vase full of rain if you look along the rim you’ll see sorrow on its surface A Single Season everything one season the rose smells once lives endlessly in dreams, my mother takes my hand again we walk on the cobblestones. a child’s eyes fixed on the sky what does he see that we can’t see any more? everything one season there trees slowly grow tall river waters passing days so many things fit into a single season, the snake awakes from its sleep rain beats down on the hills and love puts out fresh shoots in the damp warm hollows of earth, my dear one turns to me our love for a child is a single season alone enough for that? I look at my wrinkled forehead there are hundreds of things I can’t understand among them magazines, books, diaries everything one season in the net that brings us together as one soul. 97

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Tanyol / Christie

2This is a cracked vase which long ago a potter’s hand raised into the air you could see daylight from inside a detail I’d forgotten

This is a shapely vase, like feet that rapidly shift to the rhythm of music and dance like rippling satin that covers the bosom and stirs

3This is a dragon-shaped vase, the inside conveys Tao’s laughter only the wild bamboos Li Po brought back from the house of the Tao master whom he sought but never found look good in this vase

This is a tipsy-looking vase of jade and not distant as Pound’s Cathay but just as near

4This is a dark vase, inside the rank smell of forgotten flowers

5This is a vase full of pain reflecting the emptiness of a house veiled in flowers of gauze

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