Friday, August 19, 2016

Son Mountain 12: A Cold Mountain Transcreation

In the mountains it’s cold
always cold and not just this year—
peaks upon peaks choked in snow,
deep dark woods hawking up mists,
things only begin to grow after the start of summer
and leaves fall before autumn begins.
Anyone who wanders here gets lost
looking and looking not seeing the sky.

(from the translations of RP-6, RH-67, BW-47, GS-3)

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