Notes
Today I sat before the cliff,
sat a long time till the mist had cleared.
A single thread, the clear stream runs cold,
a thousand yards the green peaks lift their heads.
Han Shan, "The Cold Mountain Poems"
Today I sat before the cliff,
sat a long time till the mist had cleared.
A single thread, the clear stream runs cold,
a thousand yards the green peaks lift their heads.
Han Shan, "The Cold Mountain Poems"
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