Monday, October 20, 2025

1196. Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey (Excerpt) - William Wordsworth


                                        And I have felt

A presence that disturbs me with the joy

Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime

Of something far more deeply interfused,

Whose dwelling is the light of the setting suns,

And the round ocean and the living air,

And the blue sky, and in the mind of man,

A motion and a spirit, that impels

All thinking things, all objects of all thought,

and rolls through all things.

1195. My True Home Is Cold Mountain - Han Shan


The Tientai Mountains are my home

mist-shrouded cloud paths keep guests away 

thousand-meter cliffs make hiding easy

above a rocky ledge among ten thousand streams

with bark hat and wooden clogs I walk along the banks

with hemp robe and pigweed staff I circumambulate the peaks

once you see through transience and illusion

the joys of roaming free are wonderful indeed