This authoritative, bilingual edition represents the first time the entirety of Cold Mountain's poetry has been translated into English. These translations were originally published by Copper Canyon Press nearly twenty years ago. Now, significantly revised and expanded, the collection also includes a new preface by the translator, Red Pine, whose accompanying notes are at once scholarly, accessible, and entertaining. Also included for the first time are poems by two of Cold Mountain's colleagues. Legendary for his clarity, directness, and lack of pretension, the eight-century hermit-poet Cold Mountain (Han Shan) is a major figure in the history of Chinese literature and has been a profound influence on writers and readers worldwide. Writers such as Charles Frazier and Gary Snyder studied his poetry, and Jack Kerouac's "Dharma Bums" is dedicated "to Han Shan." 1.B storied cliffs were the fortune I cast

bird trails beyond human tracks

what surrounds my yard

white clouds nesting dark rocks

I've lived here quite a few years

and always seen the spring-water change

tell those people with tripods and bells

empty names are no damn good 71. someone sits in a mountain gorge

cloud robe sunset tassels

handful of fragrances he'd share

the road is long and hard

regretful and doubtful

old and unaccomplished

the crowd calls him crippled

he stands alone steadfast 205. my place is on Cold Mountain

perched on a cliff beyond the circuit of affliction

images leave no trace when they vanish

I roam the whole galaxy from here

lights and shadows flash across my mind

not one dharma comes before me

since I found the magic pearl

I can go anywhere everywhere it's perfect Cold Mountain A mountain man lives under thatch

before his gate carts and horses are rare

the forest is quiet but partial to birds

the streams are wide and home to fish

with his son he picks wild fruit

with his wife he hoes between rocks

what does he have at home

a shelf full of nothing but books