Poem Exchange. Wang Wei.

I have just received an email asking me to take part in an email poem exchange. I decided not to participate, but here's the poem I would probably have chosen:

“Late in my life I only care for quiet.

A million pressing tasks, I let them go.

I look at myself; I have no long range plans.

To go back to the forest is all I know…

            You ask – but I can say no more

About success or failure than the song

The fisherman sings, which comes to the deep shore.”

Wang Wei, tr. Vikram Seth.