Skip to content
New: Read our Multilingual Most Exquisite Corpse. Four writers, four translators, five languages, one exquisite story.
from the October 2005 issue

The Pool

There were many stars
in the pool;
I asked my father
to take them out.


He transferred the water
drop by drop
and put them in my hands.


At dawn
I wanted to see if
he had really taken them out.


And it was true,
the only thing left in the pool
was the sky.


For the next poem in this sequence, click here.

Read more from the October 2005 issue
Like what you read? Help WWB bring you the best new writing from around the world.