Reply to a Magistrateby Wang Wei
Late in life, I care for ease alone—
to hell with official concerns.
Look! I make no plans for the future
but to go back to my forest home again.
Let pine winds loosen my robes,
mountain moons play my lute.
You want to taste success or failure?
A lone fisherman sings out on the water.
I like these simple poems to think about. A link to read more about this poet is here. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wang_Wei_(8th_century_poet)
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