{"product_id":"zen-poems-isbn-9780375405525","title":"Zen Poems","description":"The appreciation of Zen philosophy and art has become universal, and Zen poetry, with its simple expression of direct, intuitive insight and sudden enlightenment, appeals to lovers of poetry, spirituality, and beauty everywhere. This collection of translations of the classical Zen poets of China, Japan, and Korea includes the work of Zen practitioners and monks as well as scholars, artists, travelers, and recluses, ranging from Wang Wei, Hanshan, and Yang Wanli, to Shinkei, Basho, and Ryokan.\u003ci\u003eForeword\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eXie Lingyun\u003c\/b\u003e (385–433)\u003cbr\u003eWritten on the Lake on my Way Back to the Retreat at Stone Cliff \u003cbr\u003eOn Climbing the Highest Peak of Stone Gate \u003cbr\u003eSetting out at Night from the Pavilion at Stone Pass\u003cbr\u003eOn Founding a Retreat for the Sangha at Stone Cliff\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eHuineng\u003c\/b\u003e (638–713)\u003cbr\u003eBodhi originally has no tree\u003cbr\u003eIf evil flowers bloom in the mind-ground \u003cbr\u003eDeluded, a Buddha is a sentient being \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eWang Wei \u003c\/b\u003e(?701–761)\u003cbr\u003eEnjoying the Cool\u003cbr\u003eAn Autumn Evening in the Hills \u003cbr\u003eSeeking a Night’s Lodging at the Monastery of the Chan Master Daoyi \u003cbr\u003eThe Wang River Collection\u003cbr\u003eIn my Lodge at Wang Chuan after a Long Rain \u003cbr\u003eLight Lines on a Flat Rock\u003cbr\u003eGreen Creek\u003cbr\u003eSuffering from the Heat\u003cbr\u003eLiving in the Hills: Impromptu Verses\u003cbr\u003eStone Gate Monastery on Mount Lantian\u003cbr\u003eVisiting the Forest Pavilion of the Recluse, Cui Xingzong, with Lu Xiang\u003cbr\u003eFarm House on the Wei Stream \u003cbr\u003eIn the Hills \u003cbr\u003eWeeping for Ying Yao \u003cbr\u003eZhongnan Retreat \u003cbr\u003eLines\u003cbr\u003eOn Missing my Way to the Monastery of Heaped Fragrance \u003cbr\u003eSitting Alone on an Autumn Night\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLiu Changqing\u003c\/b\u003e (?710-?85)\u003cbr\u003eOn Parting with the Buddhist Pilgrim Lingche \u003cbr\u003eRejoicing that the Zen Master Bao Has Arrived from Dragon Mountain\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eHanshan\u003c\/b\u003e (?8th century)\u003cbr\u003eA thousand clouds among a myriad streams\u003cbr\u003eWhen men see Han-shan \u003cbr\u003eWhen the men of the world look for this path amid the clouds\u003cbr\u003eMen ask the way to Cold Mountain \u003cbr\u003eCold cliffs, more beautiful the deeper you enter \u003cbr\u003eClambering up the Cold Mountain path\u003cbr\u003eAs for me, I delight in the everyday Way \u003cbr\u003eSo Han-shan writes you these words \u003cbr\u003eA telling analogy for life and death \u003cbr\u003eIn the third month when the silkworms were still small \u003cbr\u003eWhy am I always so depressed?\u003cbr\u003eParrots dwell in the west country \u003cbr\u003eI sit and gaze on this highest peak of all\u003cbr\u003eYesterday I saw the trees by the river’s edge \u003cbr\u003eMan, living in the dust\u003cbr\u003eMy mind is like the autumn moon \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eShide\u003c\/b\u003e (?8th century)\u003cbr\u003eYou can see the moon’s brightness \u003cbr\u003eFar, faraway, steep mountain paths\u003cbr\u003eI laugh at my failing strength in old age\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eSami Manzei\u003c\/b\u003e (8th century)\u003cbr\u003eTo what shall I compare the world?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eChang Jian\u003c\/b\u003e (fl. 749)\u003cbr\u003eDhyana’s Hall \u003cbr\u003eAt Wang Changling’s Retreat \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eJiaoran\u003c\/b\u003e (730–99)\u003cbr\u003eLooking for Lu Hongjian but Failing to Find Him \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eBai Juyi\u003c\/b\u003e (772–846)\u003cbr\u003eIdle Droning\u003cbr\u003eA Flower?\u003cbr\u003eRealizing the Futility of Life\u003cbr\u003eOn his Baldness \u003cbr\u003eNight Snow \u003cbr\u003eThe Temple \u003cbr\u003eAt Yiye Temple \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLiu Zongyuan\u003c\/b\u003e (773–819)\u003cbr\u003eMeditation Hall \u003cbr\u003eAn Early Morning Visit to the Buddhist Priest Chao to Read the Chan Scriptures \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eJia Dao\u003c\/b\u003e (779–845)\u003cbr\u003eLooking for the Recluse and Not Finding Him Home \u003cbr\u003eSouthern Study \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eGuanxiu\u003c\/b\u003e (832–912)\u003cbr\u003eTo an Old Monk on Mount Tian Tai \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eJianzhang \u003c\/b\u003e(10th century)\u003cbr\u003eWritten on Master Hengzhao’s Wall \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eWeifeng\u003c\/b\u003e (10th century)\u003cbr\u003eGrieving for Zen Master Jianzhang\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eSu Dongpo \u003c\/b\u003e(1037–1101)\u003cbr\u003eOn the Winter Festival I Visited Lone Mountain and the Two Monks Huijin and Huisi \u003cbr\u003eWritten on Abbot Lun’s Wall at Mount Jiao \u003cbr\u003eThe murmuring brook is the Buddha’s long, broad tongue \u003cbr\u003eThe Lyre\u003cbr\u003eFlower Shadows\u003cbr\u003eSpring Night\u003cbr\u003eDays of Rain; the Rivers Have Overflowed \u003cbr\u003eBegonias \u003cbr\u003ePassing Over Dayu Peak\u003cbr\u003eThe Southern Room over the River \u003cbr\u003eRecalling the Old Days at Mianchi \u003cbr\u003eMoving to Lin’gao Pavilion \u003cbr\u003eEnjoying the Peonies at the Temple of Good Fortune\u003cbr\u003ePresented to Tanxiu\u003cbr\u003eThe Weaker the Wine \u003cbr\u003eSending Off Chan Master Xiaoben to Fayun\u003cbr\u003eAbbot Zhan’s Cell\u003cbr\u003eWritten on the Wall at Xilin Temple \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eChen Shidao\u003c\/b\u003e (1052–1102)\u003cbr\u003eBooks\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eSaigyo\u003c\/b\u003e (1118–90)\u003cbr\u003eEvery single thing \u003cbr\u003eThe winds of spring \u003cbr\u003eTrailing on the wind\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFan Chengda\u003c\/b\u003e (1126–93)\u003cbr\u003eTo ‘‘Eyes’ Fascination’’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eYang Wanli\u003c\/b\u003e (1127–1206)\u003cbr\u003eThe Boatman’s Flute\u003cbr\u003eMaking Fire in the Boat on a Snowy Day \u003cbr\u003eRed Peonies in a Jar \u003cbr\u003eThe Cold Lantern \u003cbr\u003ePassing the Pavilion on Shenzhu Bridge\u003cbr\u003eSpending the Night at the River-Port Pool Rock \u003cbr\u003eRising Early \u003cbr\u003eThe Morning Ferry\u003cbr\u003eStaying Overnight at Xiaosha Stream \u003cbr\u003eDuring an Intercalary August After the ‘‘Arrival of Autumn’’ It Was Hot in the Evening and I Went to Be Cool in the Prefectural Garden\u003cbr\u003eThe Twin Pagodas of Orchid Stream\u003cbr\u003eDon’t Read Books! \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eJakuren \u003c\/b\u003e(?1139–1202)\u003cbr\u003eOn Seeing the First Bloom of the Lotus\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eMyoe\u003c\/b\u003e (1173–1232)\u003cbr\u003eWatching the Moon Go Down \u003cbr\u003eBright bright!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eKigen Dogen\u003c\/b\u003e (1200–53)\u003cbr\u003eComing, going, the waterfowl \u003cbr\u003eDepending on Neither Words nor Letters \u003cbr\u003eWorship Service \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eKokan Shiren\u003c\/b\u003e (1278–1345)\u003cbr\u003eImpromptu Poem \u003cbr\u003eWinter Moon \u003cbr\u003eWinter Moon (2)\u003cbr\u003eSummer Night \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eJakushitsu Genko\u003c\/b\u003e (1290–1367)\u003cbr\u003eRefreshing, the wind against the waterfall \u003cbr\u003eCold Night: Impromptu \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eSesson Yubai\u003c\/b\u003e (1290–1346)\u003cbr\u003eAutumn’s Whiteness\u003cbr\u003eIn heaven and earth, no ground to plant my single staff \u003cbr\u003eStaying at Luyuan Temple: Wang Wei’s Former Residence \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eBetsugen Enshi\u003c\/b\u003e (1294–1364)\u003cbr\u003eMiscellaneous Poems from My Lair\u003cbr\u003eRhyming with the Priest Caoan’s Poem ‘‘Living in the Mountains’’\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePaegun \u003c\/b\u003e(1299–1375)\u003cbr\u003eIn the Mountain \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eChugan Engetsu\u003c\/b\u003e (1300–75)\u003cbr\u003eAt Tomo Harbor\u003cbr\u003eImitating the Old Style \u003cbr\u003eIn China: Sick with Malarial Fever\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eT’aego\u003c\/b\u003e (1301–82)\u003cbr\u003eHerding the Ox in the Himalayas \u003cbr\u003eAt Deathbed \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eRyusen Reisai \u003c\/b\u003e(d.1360)\u003cbr\u003eTo Rhyme with a Poem by My Old Teacher: Sick in Winter \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eRyushu Shutaku\u003c\/b\u003e (1308–88)\u003cbr\u003eFor all these years, my certain Zen \u003cbr\u003eSweeping Leaves\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eNaong\u003c\/b\u003e (1320–76)\u003cbr\u003eIn the Mountains\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eGido Shushin\u003c\/b\u003e (1325–88)\u003cbr\u003eInscription over his Door \u003cbr\u003eCamellia Blossoms \u003cbr\u003eHymn for Offering Incense Upon the Buddha’s Attainment of the Path\u003cbr\u003eInscribed on the Pavilion of Moon on the Water: Two Poems \u003cbr\u003eImprovisation Upon Leaving the Nanzenji to Go Into Retirement\u003cbr\u003ePoem Rhyming with Monk San’s ‘‘Trip to Kanazawa –Recalling Old Times’’ \u003cbr\u003eRohatsu: To Show to My Disciples \u003cbr\u003eTwo Scenes Inscribed on a Screen \u003cbr\u003eIn Response to a Request to ‘‘Explain the Secret Teaching’’\u003cbr\u003eThe Painted Fan\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eZekkai Chushin\u003c\/b\u003e (1336–1405)\u003cbr\u003eAn Old Temple \u003cbr\u003eThe void has collapsed upon the earth \u003cbr\u003eDwelling in the Mountains: A Poem Rhyming with Chanyue’s\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eIkkyu Sojun \u003c\/b\u003e(1394–1481)\u003cbr\u003eLike dew that vanishes \u003cbr\u003eContemplating the Law, reading sutras, trying to be a real master\u003cbr\u003eSunset in a Fishing Village \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eShinkei\u003c\/b\u003e (1406–75)\u003cbr\u003eFoothills beneath a deepening pall of snow \u003cbr\u003eSuch a mind, is, indeed, that of a Buddha! \u003cbr\u003eAs darkness falls\u003cbr\u003eWithout understanding \u003cbr\u003eCuckoo \u003cbr\u003eInvisible as the wind to the eye\u003cbr\u003eSoul mad with longing\u003cbr\u003e‘‘If it be so, so be it!’’\u003cbr\u003eA temporary lodging\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eSogi\u003c\/b\u003e (1421–1502)\u003cbr\u003eSpring \u003cbr\u003eSummer \u003cbr\u003eAutumn \u003cbr\u003eWinter \u003cbr\u003eThey come about on their own \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eYuan Hongdao\u003c\/b\u003e (1568–1610)\u003cbr\u003eSaying Goodbye to the Monk Wunian \u003cbr\u003eOn Receiving My Letter of Termination \u003cbr\u003eWriting Down What I See \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eMatsuo Basho \u003c\/b\u003e(1644–94)\u003cbr\u003eOn dead branches crows remain perched at autumn’s end \u003cbr\u003eThe sea dark \u003cbr\u003eOn the mountain road the sun arose\u003cbr\u003eComing this mountain way \u003cbr\u003eThe whitebait opens its black eyes \u003cbr\u003eAsleep within the grave\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eHakuin\u003c\/b\u003e (1685–1768)\u003cbr\u003ePriceless is one’s incantation\u003cbr\u003ePast, present, future \u003cbr\u003eYou no sooner attain the great void \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eRyokan\u003c\/b\u003e (1758–1831)\u003cbr\u003eMy house is buried in the deepest recess of the forest \u003cbr\u003eGreen spring, start of the second month\u003cbr\u003eI am imprisoned in my cottage among the solitary hills\u003cbr\u003eBegging food, I went to the city\u003cbr\u003eAt an old temple \u003cbr\u003eIn the still night by the vacant window \u003cbr\u003eMy beloved friend \u003cbr\u003eGood manners and sweet habits have faded, year after year \u003cbr\u003eOur life in this world \u003cbr\u003eYou mustn’t suppose\u003cbr\u003eSince I began to climb this steep path of discipline\u003cbr\u003eFoothills far below \u003cbr\u003eIf anyone asks \u003cbr\u003eThe wind is gentle \u003cbr\u003eHere are the ruins of the cottage where I once hid myself \u003cbr\u003eAll my life too lazy to try and get ahead\u003cbr\u003eOn the Death of Yukinori \u003cbr\u003eI have a walking stick \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eGong Zizhen\u003c\/b\u003e (1792–1841)\u003cbr\u003eFrom Spring to Autumn of 1827 Some Things Came to Me Which I Wrote Down Haphazardly \u003cbr\u003eA Renunciation of Wit \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eBiographies \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eAcknowledgments\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003ePeter Harris\u003c\/b\u003e graduated from Oxford in classical Chinese and has a Ph.D. in Asian history from Monash. He lived and worked for many years in different parts of Asia including China, where he was representative of the Ford Foundation and a visiting professor at Nanjing University. He is now a Senior Fellow in the China Research Centre at Victoria University of Wellington, New Zealand. Volumes he edited for Everyman's Library include \u003ci\u003eThe Travels of Marco Polo\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Art of War, Zen Poems, Three Hundred Tang Poems,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eHanshan: Cold Mountain Poems.\u003c\/i\u003e","brand":"Everyman's Library","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46301189570789,"sku":"NP9780375405525","price":20.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780375405525.jpg?v=1767744875","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/zen-poems-isbn-9780375405525","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}