The View From Cold Mountain
Poems of Han-shan and Shih-Te
Wanting to go to the eastern cliff
setting out now after how many years
yesterday I used the vines to pull myself up
but halfway there wind and mist made the going tough
the narrow path grabbed at my clothes
the moss so slippery I couldn’t proceed
so I stopped right here beneath this cinnamon tree
used a cloud as a pillow and went to sleep.
