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“Clambering up the Cold Mountain path, The Cold Mountain trail goes on and on: The long gorge choked with scree and boulders, The wide creek, the mist-blurred grass. The moss is slippery, though there's been no rain The pine sings, but there's no wind. Who can leap the world's ties And sit with me among the white clouds?”

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Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems

Robert Frost's 'Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems' is a compilation of his works that delve into the beauty and complexity of the natural world, the challenges of solitude, and the intricacies of human experience. The poems reflect Frost's deep connection to the landscape and his contemplation of life's deeper questions. more

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Gary Snyder
Gary Snyder

Gary Snyder is an influential American poet born on May 8, 1930. His poetry, deeply influenced by nature and Zen Buddhism, is considered one of the leading figures in American environmental poetry. more

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