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The Way to Jade Mountain

The Way to Jade Mountain DANIEL TOBIN e W Th ay to Jade Mountain aer L ft i Bai, for Shujen Wang 1 Upstream, Downstream I steered the river against its cur rent, dawn a brightly colored veil of mist where the gorges rose like palace wa lls, a thousand miles up, a thousand back until nightfall, and heard from both b anks the monkeys’ numberless, deafening cries behind my boat, now always with m e, the ten thousand mountains coming to pass. 2 Mountain Temple Tonight, to make this mountain my ho me, a temple’s tall tower edging the cliff, I’ll reach my hand with the same ges ture, a man standing tiptoe from a ladder’s height who would pluck the living fruit of th e stars. But let me be quiet, catch the stillness less than a whisper, less than a b reath, for fear I’ll disturb the people of heaven. 119 3 Neither Here, Nor There I’ve been staring so long at my face in my wine—suddenly it’s dusk. A blizzard of dogwood bloss oms has fallen, making my clothes a dune. I’m so drunk I walk out in to the stream, the moon there, the sky. e b Th irds, http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

The Way to Jade Mountain

Manoa , Volume 31 (1) – May 10, 2019

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Abstract

DANIEL TOBIN e W Th ay to Jade Mountain aer L ft i Bai, for Shujen Wang 1 Upstream, Downstream I steered the river against its cur rent, dawn a brightly colored veil of mist where the gorges rose like palace wa lls, a thousand miles up, a thousand back until nightfall, and heard from both b anks the monkeys’ numberless, deafening cries behind my boat, now always with m e, the ten thousand mountains coming to pass. 2 Mountain Temple Tonight, to make this mountain my ho me, a temple’s tall tower edging the cliff, I’ll reach my hand with the same ges ture, a man standing tiptoe from a ladder’s height who would pluck the living fruit of th e stars. But let me be quiet, catch the stillness less than a whisper, less than a b reath, for fear I’ll disturb the people of heaven. 119 3 Neither Here, Nor There I’ve been staring so long at my face in my wine—suddenly it’s dusk. A blizzard of dogwood bloss oms has fallen, making my clothes a dune. I’m so drunk I walk out in to the stream, the moon there, the sky. e b Th irds,

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ManoaUniversity of Hawai'I Press

Published: May 10, 2019

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