The Old Poets

Original acrylic on wood by Alison Gault

30x30cm unframed

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Wherever I am, the world comes after me.

It 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.”

Mary Oliver, Why I Wake Early