Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it.
Now I understand 
why the old poets of China went so far
and high 
into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.
"The Old Poets of China" by Mary Oliver

BACALSO, Mary Aileen D.

Senior Lecturer
International Relations; Human Rights Issues in Asia
PS 279
Special Topics in Philippine Foreign Relations (Human Rights and Philippine Interests)