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grove

Of late, I love but quietness:
Things of this world are no more my concern.
Looking back, I've known no better plan
Than this: returning to the grove.

Pine breezes loosen my robe.
Mountain moonbeams play my lute.
What, you ask, is Final Truth?
The fisherman's song strikes deep into the bank.

- Wang Wei (710-761)

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bobby1933
Jan. 26th, 2015 03:51 am (UTC)
Lovely!
Poem and picture, lovely.
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