I chose a secluded place to live Tientai says it all gibbons howl and the stream fog is cold a view of the peak adjoins my rush door I cut some thatch to roof a pine hut I made a pool and channeled the spring glad at last to put everything down picking ferms I pass the years left | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ALEXIS IN ANSWER TO HIS POEM AGAINST FRUITION by APHRA BEHN SHOOTING STAR AT HARVEST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN COMRADE CHRIST by VERNE BRIGHT THE FOUNDER OF THE FEAST by ROBERT BROWNING CIVILIZATION by STANTON ARTHUR COBLENTZ NO THANKS: 9 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS THE WAKING OF SRING by OLIVE CUSTANCE |