There ’s a tree that existed before the woods,
in age twice as old.
Its roots suffered as the valley changed,
its leaves deformed by wind and frost.
People all laugh at its withered aspect,
caring nothing about the core ’s beauty.
When the bark is all stripped off,
only essence remains.
Hanshan
Translated by Tony Barnstone
My day began with my hearing a loud pop. Then another. And another. Suspended somewhere between being bewildered and fearful, my mind felt useless. This was a new sound ...
Published on December 03, 2021 23:55