My favorite poet, Mary Oliver describes how I feel perfectly:
The Old Poets of China
Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
If 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.
If 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.
2 comments:
oh.... this poem is awesome. I love the bit about the busy-ness not knowing we aren't interested.
amazing. There i has been almost no requests for subbing this week which is super lucky sanity wise for me. and wow... is it nice to not have to do grades this year. good luck and only 2 more days!
oh...so nice! i would love to creep into the pale mist...
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