“A pity it is evening, yet I do love the water of this spring seeing how clear it is, how clean; rays of sunset gleam on it, lighting up its ripples, making it one with those who travel the roads;… — Li Po Copy Share Image
“Down the violet wind slid syrinx melodies, wild as foxes, mad as love, strange as wakening.” — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
