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.
~ ‘The Old Poets of China’, by Mary Oliver
2 thoughts on “‘the old poets of china’, by mary oliver”
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! The second-to-last photo of the sky above the lake is incredible.
why thank you thank you thank you…!
It’s good to look up. (: