A Foresaken Garden
I enter the court
Through the middle gate—
And my sleeve is wet with tears.
The flowers still grow... more »
A Lament For My Son, Ts'Ui
You were a pearl
In the palm of my hand,
My tiny baby boy.
Why is it that I,... more »
A Song Of The Palace.
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A Suggestion To My Friend, Liu.
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A Visit To Qiantang Lake In Spring
Gushan temple north Jiating west
Water surface first flat cloud base low
Several places early orioles fight warm tree
Every house new swallows peck spring mud... more »
After Collecting The Autumn Taxes
From my high castle I look at the town below
Where the natives of Pa cluster like a swarm of flies.
How can I govern these people and lead them aright?
I cannot even understand what they say.... more »
After eating lunch, I feel so sleepy.
Waking later, I sip two bowls of tea,
then notice shadows aslant, the sun
already low in the southwest again.... more »
After Passing The Examination
For ten years I never left my books;
I went up ... and won unmerited praise.
My high place I do not much prize;
The joy of my parents will first make me proud.... more »
An Invitation To Mr Liu
Green ant new unstrained beer
Red clay small fire stove
Evening come sky almost snow
Can drink one cup not?... more »
At The End Of Spring
The flower of the pear-tree gathers and turns to fruit;
The swallows' eggs have hatched into young birds.
When the Seasons' changes thus confront the mind
What comfort can the Doctrine of Tao give?... more »
here's my snowy crown
time's tinted decrepitude
there's the frost in the courtyard
autumn's glittery breath
now I'm sick and just watching my wife
then I'm frozen waiting for the maid
to comb my hair
without the body
what use fame?
I've put aside
I delve my heart
to learn from Empty Boats!... more »
Autumn Thoughts, Sent Far Away
We share all these disappointments of failing
autumn a thousand miles apart. This is where
autumn wind easily plunders courtyard trees,
but the sorrows of distance never scatter away.... more »
Last year, when I lay sick,
I'd never touch a drop again
As long as I should live.... more »
Eating Bamboo Shoots
My new province is a land of bamboo-groves:
Their shoots in spring fill the valleys and hills.
The mountain woodman cuts an armful of them
And brings them down to sell at the early market.... more »
Enjoying Pine And Bamboo
I treasure what front eaves face
and all that north windows frame.
Bamboo winds lavish out windows,
pine colors exquisite beyond eaves,... more »
Escorting Candidates To The Examination Hall
At dawn I rode to escort the Doctors of Art;
In the eastern quarter the sky was still grey.
I said to myself, 'You have started far too soon,'
But horses and coaches already thronged the road.... more »
Feelings On Watching The Moon
Time hard year famine life land empty
Brothers live abroad each east west
Fields gardens few fall shield spear after
Bone flesh flow apart road road on... more »
Fishing In The Wei River
In waters still as a burnished mirror's face,
In the depths of Wei, carp and grayling swim.
Idly I come with my bamboo fishing-rod
And hang my hook by the banks of Wei stream.... more »
Flower No Flower
Flower no flower
mist no mist
arrives at midnight
and leaves at dawn... more »
Going Alone To Spend A Night At The Hsien-Yu Temple
The crane from the shore standing at the top of the steps;
The moon on the pool seen at the open door;
Where these are, I made my lodging-place
And for two nights could not turn away.... more »
When I was almost forty
I had a daughter whose name was Golden Bells.
Now it is just a year since she was born;
She is learning to sit and cannot yet talk.... more »
Part part plain on grass
One year one wither flourish
Prairie fire burn not destroy
Spring wind blow again life... more »
Boundless grasses over the plain
Come and go with every season;
Wildfire never quite consumes them --
They are tall once more in the spring wind.... more »
Hearing The Early Oriole
When the sun rose I was still lying in bed;
An early oriole sang on the roof of my house.
For a moment I thought of the Royal Park at dawn
When the Birds of Spring greeted their Lord from his trees.... more »
Illness And Idleness
Illness and idleness give me much leisure.
What do I do with my leisure, when it comes?
I cannot bring myself to discard inkstone and brush;
Now and then I make a new poem.... more »