The Old Poets of China

by Mary Oliver


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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.

-- from Why I Wake Early, by Mary Oliver

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