[New-Poetry] Han Shan Te'-ch'ing on whiskey river

[Anny Ballardini]

1.
Snow besieges my plank door
I crowd the stove at night
although this form exists it seems as if it doesn't
I have no idea where the months have gone
every time I turn around another year on earth is over


2.
Bone-chilling snow on a thousand peaks
wild raging wind from ten thousand hollows
when I first awake deep beneath my blanket
I forget my body is in a silent void


3.
The mountains stand unmoving just the way they are
all day they let the clouds roll out and roll back in
even though red dust is countless layers deep
not a single speck reaches my thatched hut
- Han Shan Te'-ch'ing

found on whiskey river:
http://whiskeyriver.blogspot.com/2008/01/1.html





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Anny Ballardini
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I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star! 
Friedrich Nietzsche 
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