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THE OLD YEAR The Old Year’s gone away To nothingness and night: We cannot find him all the day Nor hear him in the night: He left no footstep, mark or place In either shade or sun: The last year he’d a neighbour’s face, In this he’s known by none. All [...] No. 67 The cold in these mountains is ferocious, has been every year since the beginning. Crowded peaks locked in perennial snows, recluse-dark forests breathing out mists, grasses never sprout before the solstice and leaves start falling in early August. This confusion includes a lost guest now, searching, searching—no sky to be seen. — Han [...] After seeing the majesty of Mt. Nebo, above Payson and Santaquin, Utah yesterday, I had to find a good mountain poem for today … and where better to turn than the poetry of China? GAZING AT THE SACRED PEAK What’s this ancestor Exalt Mountain like? An unending green of north and south, ethereal beauty Change-Maker [...] The Old Year The Old Year’s gone away To nothingness and night: We cannot find him all the day Nor hear him in the night: He left no footstep, mark or place In either shade or sun: The last year he’d a neighbour’s face, In this he’s known by none. All nothing everywhere: Mists we [...] “Idealism is what precedes experience; cynicism is what follows.” — David Wolf “The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it.” — George Bernard Shaw “It’s hard to argue against cynics; they always sound smarter than optimists because they have so much evidence on their side.” — [...] |
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