Bonsai at the Potter's Stall
June 01, 2016
Introduction by Ted Kooser: I’ve always been
fascinated by miniatures of all kinds, the little glass animals I played with
as a boy, electric trains, dollhouses, and I think it’s because I can feel that
I’m in complete control. Everything is right in its place, and I’m the one who
put it there. Here’s a poem by Kay Mullen, who lives in Washington, about the
art of bonsai.
Bonsai at the Potter’s Stall
Under fluorescent light,
aligned on a bench
and table top, oranges
the size of marbles dangle
from trees with glossy
leaves. White trumpets
bloom in tiny clay pots.
Under a firethorn’s twisted
limbs, a three inch monk
holds a cup from which
he appears to drink
the interior life. The potter
prizes his bonsai children
who will never grow up,
never leave home.
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Poem copyright ©2006 by Kay Mullen, and reprinted from her most recent book of
poetry, “A Long Remembering: Return to Vietnam,” FootHills Publishing, 2006, by
permission of Kay Mullen and the publisher. Introduction copyright ©2011 by The
Poetry Foundation. The introduction’s author, Ted Kooser, served as United
States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from
2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.
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