Together we climb to this East Ridge lookout on New Year’s Eve
and gaze at the Star River, its length lighting distant forests.
Earth’s ten thousand holes cry and moan. That wind’s our ruin,
and in a thousand seething waves, there’s no trace of a heart.
translated by David Hinton
Hair whiter still, I ache to see those long-ago northlands,
but keep to this refuge:goosefoot cane, windblown trees.
Pity the new moon–all that bright beauty and for whom?
It’s dusk. Countless mountains face each other in sorrow.
translated by David Hinton
I’ve lived in the country long enough to know its many joys.
I’m starting to feel like a child back in my old village again.
Leaving the city today, I simply leave all that dust behind,
and facing mountains and valleys, I feel them enter my eyes.
translated by David Hinton
Being Present for the Moment
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Dennis Mantin is a Toronto-based writer, artist, and filmmaker.
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Off the wall, under the freeway, over the rainbow, nothin' but net.
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Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
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