Wang Wei 王維
mid-8th century · Tang China
I sit alone in the secluded bamboo grove, play my zither, then whistle long. Deep in the woods no one knows I am here; the bright moon comes and shines on me.
獨坐幽篁裏，彈琴復長嘯。
深林人不知，明月來相照。"Bamboo Grove Lodge," in the Complete Tang Poems
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Song Sun 宋純
mid-16th century · Damyang, Joseon Korea
After ten years of planning I have built a thatched hut of three rooms: one room for me, one for the moon, and one I leave to the clear wind. There is no room to bring in the rivers and hills, so I shall set them all round and look at them.
십 년(十年)을 경영(經營)하야 초려삼간(草廬三間) 지어 내니
나 한 간 달 한 간에 청풍(淸風) 한 간 맛져 두고
강산(江山)은 드릴 듸 업스니 둘너 두고 보리라A sijo, in Cheonggu yeongeon
Du Mu 杜牧
mid-9th century · Tang China
I stop the carriage and sit, in love with the maple wood at evening. The frosted leaves are redder than the flowers of the second month.
停車坐愛楓林晚，霜葉紅於二月花。"Travelling in the Hills"
Subhuti Subhūti
c. 5th century BC · Savatthi, India
My little hut is roofed, pleasant, sheltered from the wind. Rain, sky, as you please. My mind is well composed, set free. I live with ardour. Rain, sky.
Channā me kuṭikā sukhā nivātā, Vassa deva yathāsukhaṁ; Cittaṁ me susamāhitaṁ vimuttaṁ, Ātāpī viharāmi vassa devā
Theragatha (Verses of the Elder Monks) 1.1, the song of Subhuti
Hanshan 寒山
c. 8th–9th century · Mount Tiantai, Tang China
People ask the way to Cold Mountain. No road goes through to Cold Mountain. In summer the ice has not melted, and when the sun comes out the fog is thick.
人問寒山道，寒山路不通。
夏天冰未釋，日出霧朦朧。Poems of Hanshan
Henry David Thoreau
1854 · Massachusetts, USA
I have a great deal of company in my house; especially in the morning, when nobody calls.
Walden, "Solitude"
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