Clambering up the Cold Mountain Path,
The Cold Mountain Trail goes on and on:
The long gorge choked with scree and boulders,
The wide cree, the mist-blurred grass.
The moss is slippery, though there’s been no rain.
The pine sings, but there’s no wind.
Who can leap the world’s ties
and sit with me among the white clouds?
- Cold Mountain, translated by Gary Snyder
color clay matte porcelain with glazed interior
H x D: 4.625 in x 4.5 in (11.7 cm x 11.4 cm)
dusty pink, bisque, and butter yellow
packaged and sold individually, dishwasher safe
inspired by the ancient poet Han Shan, translated here by Tony Barnstone:
I gaze on myself in the stream’s emerald flow
or sit on a boulder by a cliff,
My mind a lonely cloud leans on nothing
and needs nothing from the world and its endless events.
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color clay matte porcelain with glazed interior
H x D: 4 in x 3.5 in (10.2 cm x 8.9 cm)
dusty pink, bisque, and butter yellow
packaged and sold individually, dishwasher safe
inspired by the ancient poet Han Shan, translated here by Tony Barnstone:
I gaze on myself in the stream’s emerald flow
or sit on a boulder by a cliff,
My mind a lonely cloud leans on nothing
and needs nothing from the world and its endless events.