2012-03-24

THE COLD MOUNTAIN POEMS, tr. Gary Snyder

The path to Han-shan's place is laughable,

A path, but no sign of cart or horse.

Converging gorges - hard to trace their twists

Jumbled cliffs - unbelievably rugged.

A thousand grasses bend with dew,

A hill of pines hums in the wind.

And now I've lost the shortcut home,

Body asking shadow, how do you keep up?

http://www.hermetica.info/hanshan.htm

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