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Fresh snow on mountain trail
Rough and Dark--Cold Mountain Trail
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Hanshan
Rough and dark--Cold Mountain trail,
Sharp cobbles--the icy creek bank.
Yammering, chirping--always the birds,
Bleak, alone, not even a lone hiker.
Whip, whip--the wind slaps my face,
Whirled and tumbled--snow piles on my back.
Morning after morning I don't see the sun,
Year after year, not a sign of spring.
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Yǎoyǎo Hánshān Dào
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Hánshān
Yǎoyǎo Hanshan dào,
Luòluò lěng jiàn bīn.
Jiūjiū dāng yǒu niǎo,
Jìjì gèng wúrén.
Xīxī fēng chuī miàn,
Fēnfēn xuě jī shēn.
Cháocháo bùjiàn rí,
Suìsuì bùzhī chūn.
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Notes: Gary Snyder, Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems, Shoemaker & Hoard 2004
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