Poetry Corner

Poetry Corner February 2, 2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Old Poets of China

Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me its busyness.  It does not believe
that I do not want it.  Now I understand
why the old poets of China went so far and high
into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.

Mary Oliver


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