The rains have come to Cold Mountain.
Skinflints, we won’t turn on the heat.
We sneeze into our mufflers
Shuffling around the kitchen in thick socks. 28 more words
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Writing poems inspired by Han-Shan, inspired by Gary Snyder’s translations — and the translations of others.
Poem #1 After Hanshan
I’M HAPPY WITH MY WAY OF LIFE… 68 more words