Mar.26.2009
by joseph
Cold Mountain
I have always loved the poems of Han Shan. One of my favorite is number 26 -
Since I came to Cold Mountain
how many thousand years have passed?
Accepting my fate I fled to the woods,
to dwell and gaze in freedom.
No one visits the cliffs
forever hidden by clouds.
Soft grass serves as a mattress,
my quilt is the dark [...]
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