> The urgent whir of crickets quickens. > My light robe is getting heavier. > In freezing candlelight I sit in my high house. > Through autumn rain I hear a random bell. > I use white laws to handle mad elephants > and unearthly words to test old dragons. > Who would bother to visit my weedy path? > Though nothing like the hermits Qiu and Yang, > in my refuge I am lucky and alone. — Wang Wei, *Written on a Rainy Autumn Night After Pei Di’s Visit* [[Barnstone and Ping, The Anchor Book of Chinese Poetry, 2005|(Barnstone and Ping 2005)]]