Five poems by Tom Montag


After Han-Shan's Poem #3


Lovely, the road to Cold Mountain

where there is no sign of traffic,


where valleys blur

and streams twist and tangle,


where ridge upon ridge

climbs even higher,


where the thousand grasses

bend with dew


and the pines

moan and murmur in the wind,


where, when you lose your way,

you follow your own shadow home.





After Han-Shan's Poem #4


Give me this solitude where

I am free of the world's


dust and noise. Let me tramp

my lazy paths into the grasses


and greet the clouds like neighbors.

If I want to sing, the birds


will help me, no need for

preaching. I am an ancient