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Han Shan
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Han Shan |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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If he would not Accept the favors of a woman downstairs Please then tell us how it is He flutes a tune to one so fair That all the stars know who it’s for So again Under an autumn moon With deepest night also listening He offers them emotion And could it be With our stereotypical imaginings We fail to see Cold Mountain |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
He offers a feeling but not of control He offers music wherever you may go He offers ambition that others will tred He offers himself But in spirit instead Dave Hope you dont mind the words |
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Angelheart Senior Member
since 2005-09-08
Posts 754Jacksonville,FL USA |
very interesting and good, thanks for sharing. Poetry can get you very far |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
Not at all Dave; Han Shan belongs to everyone now . . . Thanks for reading. John |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
The Road To Cold Mountain People ask for the road to Cold Mountain, but no road reaches Cold Mountain. Summer sky-still ice won't melt. The sun comes out but gets obscured by mist. Imitating me, where does that get you? My mind isn't like yours. When your mind is like mine you can enter here. - Hanshan |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Very nice John. Now, it is my understanding that Han Shan referred to himself as Cold Mountain? Fill me in please. Chris  Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
Han Shan = Cold Mountain |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
But even to his last day, we may image Han-shan as he was in one of his more heart-felt poems: Today I sat before the cliffs I sat until the mists drew off a single crystal stream a towering ridge of jade a cloud's dawn shadow not yet moving the moons night light still adrift a body free of dust a mind without a care. **************************************** BOTH beauty and sorrow in his words alone, with naught but the sky and the soil he sits the mountain and waits for no one thank you huan yi for my words on your words on his words.. |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
good read |
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