Author Burton Watson Mountain monks sit at their game of go, bamboo shadows cool across the board. Hidden by bamboo, you can't see them, though now and then you hear the sound of stones plunking down. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments