Archive for the ‘Han-shan’ Tag

The Path To His Mountain Place   1 comment

Green Mountain Trail 9-art-72-II.jpgThe Path to His Mountain Place — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The path to Han-shan’s place is laughable,
A path, but no sign of cart or horse.
Converging gorges — hard to trace the 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?

— Gary Snyder

Snow On The Maintains On December 26th   Leave a comment

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Snow In The Mountains 12-31-12Snow On The Santa Catalina Mountains On December 26th — Images by kenne

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Cold Mountain has many hidden wonders,
People who climb here are always getting scared.
When the moon shines, water sparkles clear
When the wind blows, grass swishes and rattles.
On the bare plum, flowers of snow
On the dead stump, leaves of mist.
At the touch of rain it all turns fresh and live
At the wrong season you can’t ford the creeks.

— from Han Shan’s Cold Mountain Poems, translation by Gary Snyder

 

A Cold Mountain Poem   Leave a comment

Cold Mountain 0862 blog IIDesert Chicory on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

One of my favorite books of poetry is Riprap and the Cold Mountain Poems, by Gary Snyder. 

The book includes Snyder’s translations of Han-shan’s Cold Mountain Poems. Han-shan was both a man and a mountain, a mountain madman in an old line of ragged hermits. He lived at a place called Cold Mountain, a poor poet having a crazy character. He wrote poems that were rough and fresh, and when he wrote about Cold Mountain, he means himself, his home, his state of mind.

— kenne

Gary Snyder reading “I settled at Cold Mountain long ago . . .”

 

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