seclusion

May 29, 2010

I wandered for many years
After leaving the dusty world,
Then built a cozy home
On the blue mountain.
Loving fidelity, I plant a
Thousand bamboos
And a hundred foot pine
As symbols of my integrity.
I plant mums around the wall,
I’m comfortably secluded;
I recite poems in the moonlight;
The sound is crisp and clean.
There’s no pleasure like growing
Old on the mountain.
Why should I go crazy
When the road is blocked?

– Buhyu Sunsoo (1543-1615)

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