On a Japanese Teapot
It is a small, iron teapot from Japan
With signs of tradition amid function
Cast into a shape with a simple plan
Both bold and serene in its conjunction.
Though it does not require, it may be viewed
As art: one notices or else does not,
Inasmuch as it is at all construed
As expensive, or as worth a certain spot.
And thus, much is left to the beholder,
Where to be is to see or not to see,
As it is with beloved and lover;
Yet, this is fair if one’s look be worthy.
And indeed, while this beauty never hides,
Something is kept secret where it resides