Monday, June 6, 2011

From the Chinese Poet, T'ao Yuan Ming

"I built my cottage among the habitations of men,
And yet there is no clamor of carriages and horses.
You ask: "Sir, how can this be done?"
"A heart that is distant creates its own solitude."
I pluck chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge,
Then gaze afar towards the southern hills.
The mountain air is fresh at the dusk of day;
The flying birds in flocks return.
In these things there lies a deep meaning;
I want to tell it, but have forgotten the words."

                                                  


1 comment:

  1. I love the poetry you put on your blog Maureen! Wonderful!

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