Listen to the world’s best poetry read out loud.

Two or three backs settle against
wicker and prepare to take in sunset.

A man who knows balance has
ordered that precise patch of sky.

The drinks stand at right angles
to the lawn. Bamboos quiver

from the baseline of a courtyard
and dreams float across in oorlies.

On the periphery some pots pose
like a family of tribals. Terracotta

men talk in knots and bulges. They
are making and holding up the poem.