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: Wilhelmina Ramas
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Year of Publication: 1982

"This work concerns itself with the vernacular theatre from 1902 to 1941—the period of the first shining of the Sugbuanon stage."