Endless Streams and Mountains

By Gary Snyder b. 1930 Gary Snyder

Ch’i Shan Wu Chin

Clearing the mind and sliding in
          to that created space,
a web of waters steaming over rocks,
air misty but not raining,
          seeing this land from a boat on a lake
          or a broad slow river,
          coasting by.
 
The path comes down along a lowland stream
slips behind boulders and leafy hardwoods,
reappears in a pine grove,
 
no farms around, just tidy cottages and shelters,
gateways, rest stops, roofed but unwalled work space,
          —a warm damp climate;
 
a trail of climbing stairsteps forks upstream.
Big ranges lurk behind these rugged little outcrops—
these spits of low ground rocky uplifts
          layered pinnacles aslant,
flurries of brushy cliffs receding,
far back and high above, vague peaks.
A man hunched over, sitting on a log
          another stands above him, lifts a staff,
a third, with a roll of mats or a lute, looks on;
a bit offshore two people in a boat.
 
The trail goes far inland,
          somewhere back around a bay,
lost in distant foothill slopes
                   & back again
at a village on the beach, and someone’s fishing.
 
Rider and walker cross a bridge
above a frothy braided torrent
that descends from a flurry of roofs like flowers
          temples tucked between cliffs,
                    a side trail goes there;
 
a jumble of cliffs above,
ridge tops edged with bushes,
valley fog below a hazy canyon.
 
A man with a shoulder load leans into the grade.
Another horse and a hiker,
the trail goes up along cascading streambed
no bridge in sight—
comes back through chinquapin or
liquidambars; another group of travelers.
Trail’s end at the edge of an inlet
below a heavy set of dark rock hills.
Two moored boats with basket roofing,
          a boatman in the bow looks
                    lost in thought.
 
                    Hills beyond rivers, willows in a swamp,
                    a gentle valley reaching far inland.
 
                    The watching boat has floated off the page.
 
                    ●
 
At the end of the painting the scroll continues on with seals and
poems. It tells the a further tale:
 
“—Wang Wen-wei saw this at the mayor’s house in Ho-tung
town, year 1205. Wrote at the end of it,
 
                    ‘The Fashioner of Things
                             has no original intentions
                     Mountains and rivers
                             are spirit, condensed.’
 
                    ‘. . . Who has come up with
                             these miraculous forests and springs?
                    Pale ink
                             on fine white silk.’
 
Later that month someone named Li Hui added,
 
                    ‘. . . Most people can get along with the noise of dogs
                           and chickens;
                       Everybody cheerful in these peaceful times.
                       But I—why are my tastes so odd?
                       I love the company of streams and boulders.’
 
T’ien Hsieh of Wei-lo, no date, next wrote,
 
                    ‘. . . The water holds up the mountains,
                               The mountains go down in the water . . .’
 
In 1332 Chih-shun adds,
 
                    ‘. . . This is truly a painting worth careful keeping.
                    And it has poem-colophons from the Sung and the
                    Chin dynasties. That it survived dangers of fire and
                    war makes it even rarer.’
                     
In the mid-seventeenth century one Wang To had a look at it:
 
          ‘My brother’s relative by marriage, Wên-sun, is learned and
          has good taste. He writes good prose and poetry. My broth-
          er brought over this painting of his to show me . . .’
 
The great Ch’ing dynasty collector Liang Ch’ing-piao owned it,
but didn’t write on it or cover it with seals. From him it went into
the Imperial collection down to the early twentieth century. Chang
Ta-ch’ien sold it in 1949. Now it’s at the Cleveland Art Museum,
which sits on a rise that looks out toward the waters of Lake Erie.
 
                    ●
 
                    Step back and gaze again at the land:
                                              it rises and subsides—
 
                    ravines and cliffs like waves of blowing leaves—
                              stamp the foot, walk with it, clap! turn,
                              the creeks come in, ah!
                              strained through boulders,
                              mountains walking on the water,
                              water ripples every hill.
 
—I walk out of the museum—low gray clouds over the lake—
chill March breeze.
 
                    ●
 
                    Old ghost ranges, sunken rivers, come again
                             stand by the wall and tell their tale,
                     walk the path, sit the rains,
                     grind the ink, wet the brushes, unroll the
                              broad white space:
 
                     lead out and tip
                     the moist black line.
 
                     Walking on walking,
                                              under foot          earth turns.
 
                     Streams and mountains never stay the same.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Note: A hand scroll by this name showed up in Shansi province, central China, in
the thirteenth century. Even then the painter was unknown, “a person of the Sung
Dynasty.” Now it’s on Turtle Island. Unroll the scroll to the left, a section at a time, as
you let the right side roll back in. Place by place unfurls.

Gary Snyder, “Endless Streams and Mountains” from Mountains and Rivers Without End. Copyright © 2008 by Gary Snyder. Reprinted by permission of Counterpoint Press.

Source: Mountains and Rivers Without End (Counterpoint Press, 2008)

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Subjects Activities, Travels & Journeys, Nature, Landscapes & Pastorals, Arts & Sciences, Painting & Sculpture, Poetry & Poets, Social Commentaries, History & Politics

Poetic Terms Ekphrasis, Free Verse

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Gary Snyder began his career in the 1950s as a noted member of the “Beat Generation,” though he has since explored a wide range of social and spiritual matters in both poetry and prose. Snyder’s work blends physical reality and precise observations of nature with inner insight received primarily through the practice of Zen Buddhism. While Snyder has gained attention as a spokesman for the preservation of the natural world and . . .

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