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


  • AS 201 Asia in Antiquity
  • AS 237.1 Social and Economic Development in Korea
  • AS 237.2 Politics and Governance in Korea
  • AS 237.3 Culture and Society in Korea