The Jade Mountain/In My Lodge at Wang-ch'üan after a Long Rain
IN MY LODGE AT WANG-CH'ÜAN AFTER A LONG RAIN
The woods have stored the rain, and slow comes the smokeAs rice is cooked on faggots and carried to the fields;Over the quiet marsh-land flies a white egret,And mango-birds are singing in the full summer trees. . . .I have learned to watch in peace the mountain morning-glories,To eat split dewy sunflower-seeds under a bough of pine,To yield the post of honour to any boor at all . . .Why should I frighten sea-gulls, even with a thought?
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