| On Old Age, to Send to Meng-te |
|
|
| Inscribed on My Pine Study |
|
|
| Song of Myself |
|
|
| If there were no such thing |
|
|
| Though I lie here |
|
|
| A Shallow river of tears |
|
|
| The True path is shadowy and still, far away and hard to find |
|
|
| So much to ask, / so hard to ask it |
|
|
| Wait for moonlight |
|
|
| Water to draw |
|
|