Tuesday, February 28, 2012

She wrote this one for me

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.

By Mary Oliver

~ love for a great day

1 comment:

A Lady's Life said...

this is lovely Thanks.