Poets Are A Weird Mob:

I get up before the sun, And before the household, So I can write poems for you, It comes out of my fingers. In reams. One day when I finally meet you, I will give them to you and, Unless you are a poet, You may not understand, The significance. You’ll hand them back, And more

The Blue Mountain Torrent:

By Wang Wei (AD 699 – 759) From The Strathvea Music Festival – Musica Poetica;   It is said that those who make for the Yellow Flower River,   Must pursue this mountain stream,   And follow a myriad twists and turns among the hill ravines,   Although as the crow flies the distance is more