Cold Mountain is nothing but clouds secluded and free of dust a hermit owns a cushion of straw the moon is his lone lamp his bed of stone overlooks a pool his neighbors are tigers and deer preferring the joys of solitude he remains a man beyond form | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FUNERAL by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE OPPORTUNITY by JOHN JAMES INGALLS THE VOYAGE by CAROLINE ATHERTON BRIGGS MASON MUSIC, FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE COSMIC BLESSINGS by SISTER BENEDICTION SUFFRAGE MARCHING-SONG by LOUIS JAMES BLOCK THE JUNGLE WALLAH by BERTON BRALEY THE REPLY OF SOCRATES, CONCERNING THE WRITINGS OF HERACLITUS by JOHN BYROM |