woven basket

Line after line the poem intricately woven of sound and rhetoric, a beautiful basket that could hold anything or nothing at all.

1 comment:

Joseph Hutchison said...

Hollowed out,
clay makes a pot.
Where the pot's not
is where it's useful.

—Lao-tzu, Tao Te Ching
tr. Ursula Le Guin

(Works for baskets, too...)