Gaps

Please mind your gaps, says the poet-gardener of gaps. Poems are gaps between words, their long stretching adding further gaps. The gaps are an emptiness between words like the milk between the stars on a dark night.

Do you find such long gaps here that you are breathless leaping? That is where the original muse resides.

O chestnut tree, are you the leaf, blossom or the bole? Asks poet of a chestnut in a jam jar,planted on the very day of his birth. The chestnut dances in the wind and the poet does not know dance from the dancer.

The Mayor of Casterbridge cannot transform his bad wheat. A bad wheat makes a bad bread and no process can make it a good bread.

* Chestnuts
We have never seen a chestnut tree but we had seen roasted chestnuts on sale in the footpaths of Hong Kong.

We heard on the day a poet was born his aunt had planted a chestnut plant in a jam jar. So poet sees himself a chestnut tree.

Poet Yeats asks : O Chestnut tree , are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?

As the chestnut tree dances in the wind ,he hardly knows the dancer from the dance.