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

Author: F. Landa Jocano
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Year of Publication: 1983

The papers in this volume were delivered as lectures at a special seminar held at the Asian Center, University of the Philippines, from July to September 1981