Han Shan . . . cadence

by bookindian

I was punching in letters looking for a definition for a word that I don’t think is a word . . . and my journey through the ether resulted in connecting some dots . . .

Larry Poons

Han Shan . . .
In cadence from/on Cold Mountain

On Seven Night Journey
from/to
clouds and rain in far distant Japan.

And I read wet . . . Shan

Yi Yuan

Like Burroughs
cut-up stolen from
borrowed from
Brion Gyson . . .

Something lost
translating
Chinese to English

to

English
because I don’t think
In translation . . .

And cut my hair
in the tall pines
standing
straddling
the trail
to square stone ashram . . .

The wind blowing
against the mountain
as my hair flew up
and then down the steep
canyon
into oblivion.

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