moon on a lone tent
if you seek the occupant
my verses may serve
A delight in the limitless freedom of writing poetry and a lasting fondness of life are the substratum of this late collection.
It's a lifelike chaos.
It is of love's joy and pain, of ambiguities between nature and society, attachment and independence, trust and despair.
It has follies, gloom, rhymes, free verses, loose and traditional shapes, lilts and cadences, and no capital letters.