By W. H. Auden

“I’ll love, dear, I’ll love you, ‘Till China and Africa meet;And the river jumps over the mountain, And the salmon sing in the street. .. ‘I’ll love you ‘till the ocean, Is folded and hung up to dry;And the seven stars go squawking, Like geese about the sky.”

A scholar named Wang

A scholar named Wang, laughed at my poems.“The accents are wrong.” He said,“Too many beats, the meter is poor, the wording impulsive.” I laugh at his poems,As he laughs at mine.They read like: the words of a blind man, describing the sun. ~ Hoff (from Tao of Pooh)