Jakarta-based journalist Anita Rachman sent us her rendition of Indonesian essayist and poet Goenawan Mohamad’s Quatrain About a Pot (1973).
On a nameless pot
I see your face again
My eyes are not that dim, it seems
for seeing what is absent
What is the worth of this clay, anyway
save for part illusion?
something most likely to break
and for us to make eternal
Follow her on Twitter @AnitaHerself, she’s cool. And funny, too.