Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow. - Arthur Waley

To the European poet the relation between man and woman is a thing of supreme importance and mystery. To the Chinese, it is something commonplace, obvious—a need of the body, not a satisfaction of the emotions.

If the Government gets hold of you they'll flog you to death; if the Buddhists get hold of you they'll starve you to death.

I have not used rhyme, because what is really, in the long run, of most interest to American readers is what the poems say; and if one uses rhyme, it is impossible not to sacrifice sense to sound.