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Cold Mountain Poems

The higher the trail the steeper it grows
Ten thousand tiers of dangerous cliffs
The stone bridge is slippery with green moss
Cloud after cloud keeps flying by
Waterfalls hang like ribbons of silk
The moon shines down on a bright pool
I climb the highest peak once more
To wait where the lone crane flies
       -Han-Shan (in Japanese Kanzen)
The monk poet from the Tang dynasty (600-900AD).  His works were originally left written on the rocks and cliffs of his mountain home.  I love that.
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