Monday, May 11, 2015

In a mirrored pond,
A weeping tree bends,
Sees herself cry.

Her watery eyes
Speak a picture
Of a thousand words.

And there were
Ten thousand things
And seventeen syllables

In all these haiku
When I wrote them
In Old Mandarin.

The publisher
Cut them to fourteen---
Lost in translation.

-jenn

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