How gladly I would seek a mountain Meng Haoran FROM QIN COUNTRY TO THE BUDDHIST PRIEST YUAN How gladly I would seek a mountain If I had enough means to live as a recluse! For I turn at last from serving the State To the Eastern Woods Temple and to you, my master. …Like ashes of gold in a cinnamon-flame, My youthful desires have been burnt with the years- And tonight in the chilling sunset-wind A cicada, singing, weighs on my heart. Meng Haoran STOPPING AT A FRIEND’S FARM-HOUSE Preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, You entertain me at your farm. We watch theRead More →