A fastidious brewer of tea, a tea
Connoisseur as well as a poet,
I modestly request on my sixtieth
Birthday a gift of snow water.
Tea steam and ink stains. Single-
Mindedly I scald my teapot and
Measure out some Silver Needles Tea,
Enough for a second steeping.
Other favourites include Clear
Distance and Eyebrows of Longevity
Or, from precarious mountain peaks,
Cloud Mist Tea (quite delectable)
Which competent monkeys harvest
Filling their baskets with choice leaves
And bringing them down to where I wait
With my crock of snow water.
CONGRATS being chosen as The Classic Poem Of The Day, dear Michael
Really picky brewer of tea, a tea connoisseur as poet, waiting with his jug of snow water. Brilliantly told and I have enjoyed tremendously. TOP scores!
CONGRATS being chosen as The Classic Poem Of The Day.5 Top Stars from the galaxie. Thank you so much for the Choice!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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