Han Shan - Cold Mountain 100 poems by the T’ Ang Poet
“Wonderful this road to Cold Mountain - yet there’s no sign of horse or carriage. In winding valleys too tortuous to trace, on crags piled who knows how high, a thousand different grasses weep with dew and pines hum together in the wind. Now it is that, straying from the path, you ask your shadow, ‘What way from here?’”
