Political Poem by Jeffrey W. Harrison

Gone are the days,
are the centuries, even,
when government officials
retired to become
poets in gardens
of their own design,
as here in Suzhou
happened for so long:
a gnarled shaft
of limestone here,
there a willow’s
green locks swaying
above the fishpond,
a zigzag bridge
to a pagoda where,
far from the capital,
one could finally
attend to matters
of real importance:
the moon’s reflection
troubled by a carp.

From: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?volume=161&issue=4&page=32

Date: 1993

By: Jeffrey W. Harrison (19??- )

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