Through tannic steam I catch a glimpse of Fuji: <br />Against a yellow sky volcanic gold <br />A saucer narrows nature very strangely, <br />In shallow ripples lovely to behold. <br />The clouds, like little webs, like spider legs, <br />Are pierced by sun no bigger than a mote, <br />And bird-fish, fish-birds, flecks that will be dregs, <br />Spin azure topaz outlines as they float. <br />A tiny world with spring a world in it: <br />There comes an air of almonds, blare of horns, <br />And all the gulf if twice as large would fit <br />Encompassed in the hug of porcelain shores. <br />But now an unexpected twig - mimosa - <br />Has fallen where its shadow split the sky, <br />Just so, at times, in philosophic prose <br />A glint of poetry will catch the eye.<br /><br />Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fuji-in-a-saucer-the-poem/
