Thursday, August 18, 2016

Son Mountain 11: A Cold Mountain Transcreation

I came to sit on Cold Mountain
and stayed for thirty years—
yesterday I looked back on friends and relatives
but more than half had dropped to Yellow Springs,
slowly vanishing as fire burns a candle,
passing as a river always flowing.
This morning as I face my solitary shadow
quickly tears are running in two streams.

(from the translations of RP-53, RH-49, BW-85, GS-10)

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