Spring

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Title:     Spring
Author: Eunice Tietjens [More Titles by Tietjens]

The toilet pots are very loud today.
It is spring and the warmth is highly favorable to fermentation.
    Some odors are unbelievable.
At the corner of my street is an especially fragrant
    reservoir. It is three feet in diameter, set flush
    with the earth, and well filled.
Above it squats a venerable Chinaman with a face such
    as Confucius must have worn.
His silk skirt is gathered daintily about his waist, and
    his rounded rear is suspended in mid-air over the
    broken pottery rim.
He gazes at me contemplatively as I pass with eyes in
    which the philosophy of the ages has its dwelling.
I wonder whether he too feels the spring.
  Wusih

[The end]
Eunice Tietjens's poem: Spring

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