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The Cold Cliff Trail
Clambering Up Cold Mountain Path
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Hanshan (Tang)
Clambering up the Cold Mountain path,
The Cold Mountain trail goes on and on.
The long gorge choked with scree and boulders,
The wide creek
the mist-blurred grass.
The moss is slipprey
though there's been no rain,
The pine sings
but there's no wind.
Who can leap the world's ties,
And sit with me among the white clouds?
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Dēng Dǒu Hánshān Dào
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Hánshān (Táng)
Dēng dǒu Hánshān dào,
Hánshān lù bù qióng.
Xī cháng shí lěilěi,
Jiàn kuò cǎo méngméng.
Tái huá fèi guān yǔ,
Sōng wū bù jià fēng.
Shuínéng chāo shì lèi,
Gòng zuò báiyún zhōng.
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Notes: Gary Snyder, Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems, Shoemaker & Hoard 2004
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