The woods have stored the rain, and slow comes the smoke <br />As rice is cooked on faggots and carried to the fields; <br />Over the quiet marsh-land flies a white egret, <br />And mango-birds are singing in the full summer trees.... <br />I have learned to watch in peace the mountain morningglories, <br />To eat split dewy sunflower-seeds under a bough of pine, <br />To yield the post of honour to any boor at all.... <br />Why should I frighten sea gulls, even with a thought?<br /><br />Wang Wei<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-my-lodge-at-wang-chuan-after-a-long-rain/
