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An anthology of 320 poems. Discover Chinese poetry in its golden age and some of the greatest Chinese poets.

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Five-character-ancient-verse
Zhang Jiuling
THOUGHTS I
A lonely swan from the sea flies, 
To alight on puddles it does not deign. 
Nesting in the poplar of pearls 
It spies and questions green birds twain: 
"Don��t you fear the threat of slings, 
Perched on top of branches so high? 
Nice clothes invite pointing fingers, 
High climbers god��s good will defy. 
Bird-hunters will crave me in vain, 
For I roam the limitless sky." 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Zhang Jiuling
ORCHID AND ORANGE I
Tender orchid-leaves in spring 
And cinnamon- blossoms bright in autumn 
Are as self- contained as life is, 
Which conforms them to the seasons. 
Yet why will you think that a forest-hermit, 
Allured by sweet winds and contented with beauty, 
Would no more ask to-be transplanted 
THan Would any other natural flower? 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Zhang Jiuling
THOUGHTS III
The hermit in his lone abode 
Nurses his thoughts cleansed of care, 
Them he projects to the wild goose 
For it to his distant Sovereign to bear. 
Who will be moved by the sincerity 
Of my vain day-and-night prayer? 
What comfort is for my loyalty 
When fliers and sinkers can compare? 



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ORCHID AND ORANGE II
Here, south of the Yangzi, grows a red orangetree. 
All winter long its leaves are green, 
Not because of a warmer soil, 
But because its�� nature is used to the cold. 
Though it might serve your honourable guests, 
You leave it here, far below mountain and river. 
Circumstance governs destiny. 
Cause and effect are an infinite cycle. 
You plant your peach-trees and your plums, 
You forget the shade from this other tree. 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Li Bai
DOWN ZHONGNAN MOUNTAIN 
TO THE KIND PILLOW AND BOWL OF HUSI
Down the blue mountain in the evening, 
Moonlight was my homeward escort. 
Looking back, I saw my path 
Lie in levels of deep shadow.... 
I was passing the farm-house of a friend, 
When his children called from a gate of thorn 
And led me twining through jade bamboos 
Where green vines caught and held my clothes. 
And I was glad of a chance to rest 
And glad of a chance to drink with my friend.... 
We sang to the tune of the wind in the pines; 
And we finished our songs as the stars went down, 
When, I being drunk and my friend more than happy, 
Between us we forgot the world. 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Li Bai
DRINKING ALONE WITH THE MOON
From a pot of wine among the flowers 
I drank alone. There was no one with me -- 
Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon 
To bring me my shadow and make us three. 
Alas, the moon was unable to drink 
And my shadow tagged me vacantly; 
But still for a while I had these friends 
To cheer me through the end of spring.... 
I sang. The moon encouraged me. 
I danced. My shadow tumbled after. 
As long as I knew, we were boon companions. 
And then I was drunk, and we lost one another. 
...Shall goodwill ever be secure? 
I watch the long road of the River of Stars. 



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Li Bai
IN SPRING
Your grasses up north are as blue as jade, 
Our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches; 
And at last you think of returning home, 
Now when my heart is almost broken.... 
O breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you, 
Why part the silk curtains by my bed? 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Du Fu
A VIEW OF TAISHAN
What shall I say of the Great Peak? -- 
The ancient dukedoms are everywhere green, 
Inspired and stirred by the breath of creation, 
With the Twin Forces balancing day and night. 
...I bare my breast toward opening clouds, 
I strain my sight after birds flying home. 
When shall I reach the top and hold 
All mountains in a single glance? 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Du Fu
TO MY RETIRED FRIEND WEI
It is almost as hard for friends to meet 
As for the morning and evening stars. 
Tonight then is a rare event, 
Joining, in the candlelight, 
Two men who were young not long ago 
But now are turning grey at the temples. 
...To find that half our friends are dead 
Shocks us, burns our hearts with grief. 
We little guessed it would be twenty years 
Before I could visit you again. 
When I went away, you were still unmarried; 
But now these boys and girls in a row 
Are very kind to their father��s old friend. 
They ask me where I have been on my journey; 
And then, when we have talked awhile, 
They bring and show me wines and dishes, 
Spring chives cut in the night-rain 
And brown rice cooked freshly a special way. 
...My host proclaims it a festival, 
He urges me to drink ten cups -- 
But what ten cups could make me as drunk 
As I always am with your love in my heart? 
...Tomorrow the mountains will separate us; 
After tomorrow-who can say? 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Du Fu
ALONE IN HER BEAUTY
Who is lovelier than she? 
Yet she lives alone in an empty valley. 
She tells me she came from a good family 
Which is humbled now into the dust. 
...When trouble arose in the Kuan district, 
Her brothers and close kin were killed. 
What use were their high offices, 
Not even shielding their own lives? -- 
The world has but scorn for adversity; 
Hope goes out, like the light of a candle. 
Her husband, with a vagrant heart, 
Seeks a new face like a new piece of jade; 
And when morning-glories furl at night 
And mandarin-ducks lie side by side, 
All he can see is the smile of the new love, 
While the old love weeps unheard. 
The brook was pure in its mountain source, 
But away from the mountain its waters darken. 
...Waiting for her maid to come from selling pearls 
For straw to cover the roof again, 
She picks a few flowers, no longer for her hair, 
And lets pine-needles fall through her fingers, 
And, forgetting her thin silk sleeve and the cold, 
She leans in the sunset by a tall bamboo. 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Du Fu
SEEING Li Bai IN A DREAM I
There are sobs when death is the cause of parting; 
But life has its partings again and again. 
...From the poisonous damps of the southern river 
You had sent me not one sign from your exile -- 
Till you came to me last night in a dream, 
Because I am always thinking of you. 
I wondered if it were really you, 
Venturing so long a journey. 
You came to me through the green of a forest, 
You disappeared by a shadowy fortress.... 
Yet out of the midmost mesh of your snare, 
How could you lift your wings and use them? 
...I woke, and the low moon��s glimmer on a rafter 
Seemed to be your face, still floating in the air. 
...There were waters to cross, they were wild and tossing; 
If you fell, there were dragons and rivermonsters. 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Du Fu
SEEING Li Bai IN A DREAM II
This cloud, that has drifted all day through the sky, 
May, like a wanderer, never come back.... 
Three nights now I have dreamed of you -- 
As tender, intimate and real as though I were awake. 
And then, abruptly rising to go, 
You told me the perils of adventure 
By river and lake-the storms, the wrecks, 
The fears that are borne on a little boat; 
And, here in my doorway, you rubbed your white head 
As if there were something puzzling you. 
...Our capital teems with officious people, 
While you are alone and helpless and poor. 
Who says that the heavenly net never fails? 
It has brought you ill fortune, old as you are. 
...A thousand years�� fame, ten thousand years�� fame- 
What good, when you are dead and gone. 



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Wang Wei
AT PARTING
I dismount from my horse and I offer you wine, 
And I ask you where you are going and why. 
And you answer: "I am discontent 
And would rest at the foot of the southern mountain. 
So give me leave and ask me no questions. 
White clouds pass there without end." 



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Five-character-quatrain
Wang Wei
TO QIWU QIAN BOUND HOME
AFTER FAILING IN AN EXAMINATION
In a happy reign there should be no hermits; 
The wise and able should consult together.... 
So you, a man of the eastern mountains, 
Gave up your life of picking herbs 
And came all the way to the Gate of Gold -- 
But you found your devotion unavailing. 
...To spend the Day of No Fire on one of the southern rivers, 
You have mended your spring clothes here in these northern cities. 
I pour you the farewell wine as you set out from the capital -- 
Soon I shall be left behind here by my bosomfriend. 
In your sail-boat of sweet cinnamon-wood 
You will float again toward your own thatch door, 
Led along by distant trees 
To a sunset shining on a far-away town. 
...What though your purpose happened to fail, 
Doubt not that some of us can hear high music. 



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Five-character-quatrain
Wang Wei
A GREEN STREAM
I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers, 
Borne by the channel of a green stream, 
Rounding ten thousand turns through the mountains 
On a journey of less than thirty miles.... 
Rapids hum over heaped rocks; 
But where light grows dim in the thick pines, 
The surface of an inlet sways with nut-horns 
And weeds are lush along the banks. 
...Down in my heart I have always been as pure 
As this limpid water is.... 
Oh, to remain on a broad flat rock 
And to cast a fishing-line forever! 



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Five-character-quatrain
Wang Wei
A FARM-HOUSE ON THE WEI RIVER
In the slant of the sun on the country-side, 
Cattle and sheep trail home along the lane; 
And a rugged old man in a thatch door 
Leans on a staff and thinks of his son, the herdboy. 
There are whirring pheasants? full wheat-ears, 
Silk-worms asleep, pared mulberry-leaves. 
And the farmers, returning with hoes on their shoulders, 
Hail one another familiarly. 
...No wonder I long for the simple life 
And am sighing the old song, Oh, to go Back Again! 



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Five-character-quatrain
Wang Wei
THE BEAUTIFUL XI SHI
Since beauty is honoured all over the Empire, 
How could Xi Shi remain humbly at home? -- 
Washing clothes at dawn by a southern lake -- 
And that evening a great lady in a palace of the north: 
Lowly one day, no different from the others, 
The next day exalted, everyone praising her. 
No more would her own hands powder her face 
Or arrange on her shoulders a silken robe. 
And the more the King loved her, the lovelier she looked, 
Blinding him away from wisdom. 
...Girls who had once washed silk beside her 
Were kept at a distance from her chariot. 
And none of the girls in her neighbours�� houses 
By pursing their brows could copy her beauty. 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Meng Haoran
ON CLIMBING ORCHID MOUNTAIN 
IN THE AUTUMN TO ZHANG
On a northern peak among white clouds 
You have found your hermitage of peace; 
And now, as I climb this mountain to see you, 
High with the wildgeese flies my heart. 
The quiet dusk might seem a little sad 
If this autumn weather were not so brisk and clear; 
I look down at the river bank, with homeward-bound villagers 
Resting on the sand till the ferry returns; 
There are trees at the horizon like a row of grasses 
And against the river��s rim an island like the moon 
I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine -- 
And we��ll celebrate together the Mountain Holiday. 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Meng Haoran
IN SUMMER AT THE SOUTH PAVILION 
THINKING OF XING
The mountain-light suddenly fails in the west, 
In the east from the lake the slow moon rises. 
I loosen my hair to enjoy the evening coolness 
And open my window and lie down in peace. 
The wind brings me odours of lotuses, 
And bamboo-leaves drip with a music of dew.... 
I would take up my lute and I would play, 
But, alas, who here would understand? 
And so I think of you, old friend, 
O troubler of my midnight dreams ! 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Meng Haoran
AT THE MOUNTAIN-LODGE OF THE BUDDHIST PRIEST YE 
WAITING IN VAIN FOR MY FRIEND DING
Now that the sun has set beyond the western range, 
Valley after valley is shadowy and dim.... 
And now through pine-trees come the moon and the chill of evening, 
And my ears feel pure with the sound of wind and water 
Nearly all the woodsmen have reached home, 
Birds have settled on their perches in the quiet mist.... 
And still -- because you promised -- I am waiting for you, waiting, 
Playing lute under a wayside vine. 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Wang Changling
WITH MY BROTHER AT THE SOUTH STUDY 
THINKING IN THE MOONLIGHT OF VICE-PREFECT 
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Lying on a high seat in the south study, 
We have lifted the curtain-and we see the rising moon 
Brighten with pure light the water and the grove 
And flow like a wave on our window and our door. 
It will move through the cycle, full moon and then crescent again, 
Calmly, beyond our wisdom, altering new to old. 
...Our chosen one, our friend, is now by a limpid river -- 
Singing, perhaps, a plaintive eastern song. 
He is far, far away from us, three hundred miles away. 
And yet a breath of orchids comes along the wind. 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Qiu Wei
AFTER MISSING THE RECLUSE 
ON THE WESTERN MOUNTAIN
To your hermitage here on the top of the mountain 
I have climbed, without stopping, these ten miles. 
I have knocked at your door, and no one answered; 
I have peeped into your room, at your seat beside the table. 
Perhaps you are out riding in your canopied chair, 
Or fishing, more likely, in some autumn pool. 
Sorry though I am to be missing you, 
You have become my meditation -- 
The beauty of your grasses, fresh with rain, 
And close beside your window the music of your pines. 
I take into my being all that I see and hear, 
Soothing my senses, quieting my heart; 
And though there be neither host nor guest, 
Have I not reasoned a visit complete? 
...After enough, I have gone down the mountain. 
Why should I wait for you any longer? 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Qiwu Qian
A BOAT IN SPRING ON RUOYA LAKE
Thoughtful elation has no end: 
Onward I bear it to whatever come. 
And my boat and I, before the evening breeze 
Passing flowers, entering the lake, 
Turn at nightfall toward the western valley, 
Where I watch the south star over the mountain 
And a mist that rises, hovering soft, 
And the low moon slanting through the trees; 
And I choose to put away from me every worldly matter 
And only to be an old man with a fishing-pole. 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Chang Jian
AT WANG CHANGLIN�� S RETREAT
Here, beside a clear deep lake, 
You live accompanied by clouds; 
Or soft through the pine the moon arrives 
To be your own pure-hearted friend. 
You rest under thatch in the shadow of your flowers, 
Your dewy herbs flourish in their bed of moss. 
Let me leave the world. Let me alight, like you, 
On your western mountain with phoenixes and cranes. 



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Cen Can
ASCENDING THE PAGODA AT THE TEMPLE OF KIND 
FAVOUR WITH GAO SHI AND XUE JU
The pagoda, rising abruptly from earth, 
Reaches to the very Palace of Heaven.... 
Climbing, we seem to have left the world behind us, 
With the steps we look down on hung from space. 
It overtops a holy land 
And can only have been built by toil of the spirit. 
Its four sides darken the bright sun, 
Its seven stories cut the grey clouds; 
Birds fly down beyond our sight, 
And the rapid wind below our hearing; 
Mountain-ranges, toward the east, 
Appear to be curving and flowing like rivers; 
Far green locust-trees line broad roads 
Toward clustered palaces and mansions; 
Colours of autumn, out of the west, 
Enter advancing through the city; 
And northward there lie, in five graveyards, 
Calm forever under dewy green grass, 
Those who know life��s final meaning 
Which all humankind must learn. 
...Henceforth I put my official hat aside. 
To find the Eternal Way is the only happiness. 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Yuan Jie
TO THE TAX-COLLECTORS 
AFTER THE BANDITS RETREAT
In the year Kuimao the bandits from Xiyuan entered Daozhou, set fire, raided, killed, and looted. The whole district was almost ruined. The next year the bandits came again and, attacking the neighbouring prefecture, Yong, passed this one by. It was not because we were strong enough to defend ourselves, but, probably, because they pitied us. And how now can these commissioners bear to impose extra taxes? I have written this poem for the collectors�� information. 
I still remember those days of peace -- 
Twenty years among mountains and forests, 
The pure stream running past my yard, 
The caves and valleys at my door. 
Taxes were light and regular then, 
And I could sleep soundly and late in the morning- 
Till suddenly came a sorry change. 
...For years now I have been serving in the army. 
When I began here as an official, 
The mountain bandits were rising again; 
But the town was so small it was spared by the thieves, 
And the people so poor and so pitiable 
That all other districts were looted 
And this one this time let alone. 
...Do you imperial commissioners 
Mean to be less kind than bandits? 
The people you force to pay the poll 
Are like creatures frying over a fire. 
And how can you sacrifice human lives, 
Just to be known as able collectors? -- 
...Oh, let me fling down my official seal, 
Let me be a lone fisherman in a small boat 
And support my family on fish and wheat 
And content my old age with rivers and lakes! 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Wei Yingwu
ENTERTAINING LITERARY MEN IN MY 
OFFICIAL RESIDENCE ON A RAINY DAY
Outside are insignia, shown in state; 
But here are sweet incense-clouds, quietly ours. 
Wind and rain, coming in from sea, 
Have cooled this pavilion above the lake 
And driven the feverish heat away 
From where my eminent guests are gathered. 
...Ashamed though I am of my high position 
While people lead unhappy lives, 
Let us reasonably banish care 
And just be friends, enjoying nature. 
Though we have to go without fish and meat, 
There are fruits and vegetables aplenty. 
...We bow, we take our cups of wine, 
We give our attention to beautiful poems. 
When the mind is exalted, the body is lightened 
And feels as if it could float in the wind. 
...Suzhou is famed as a centre of letters; 
And all you writers, coming here, 
Prove that the name of a great land 
Is made by better things than wealth. 



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Wei Yingwu
SETTING SAIL ON THE YANGZI 
TO SECRETARY YUAN
Wistful, away from my friends and kin, 
Through mist and fog I float and float 
With the sail that bears me toward Loyang. 
In Yangzhou trees linger bell-notes of evening, 
Marking the day and the place of our parting.... 
When shall we meet again and where? 
...Destiny is a boat on the waves, 
Borne to and fro, beyond our will. 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Wei Yingwu
A POEM TO A TAOIST HERMIT 
CHUANJIAO MOUNTAIN
My office has grown cold today; 
And I suddenly think of my mountain friend 
Gathering firewood down in the valley 
Or boiling white stones for potatoes in his hut.... 
I wish I might take him a cup of wine 
To cheer him through the evening storm; 
But in fallen leaves that have heaped the bare slopes, 
How should I ever find his footprints! 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Wei Yingwu
ON MEETING MY FRIEND FENG ZHU 
IN THE CAPITAL
Out of the east you visit me, 
With the rain of Baling still on your clothes, 
I ask you what you have come here for; 
You say: "To buy an ax for cutting wood in the mountains" 
...Hidden deep in a haze of blossom, 
Swallow fledglings chirp at ease 
As they did when we parted, a year ago.... 
How grey our temples have grown since them! 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Wei Yingwu
MOORING AT TWILIGHT IN YUYI DISTRICT
Furling my sail near the town of Huai, 
I find for harbour a little cove 
Where a sudden breeze whips up the waves. 
The sun is growing dim now and sinks in the dusk. 
People are coming home. The bright mountain-peak darkens. 
Wildgeese fly down to an island of white weeds. 
...At midnight I think of a northern city-gate, 
And I hear a bell tolling between me and sleep. 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Wei Yingwu
EAST OF THE TOWN
From office confinement all year long, 
I have come out of town to be free this morning 
Where willows harmonize the wind 
And green hills lighten the cares of the world. 
I lean by a tree and rest myself 
Or wander up and down a stream. 
...Mists have wet the fragrant meadows; 
A spring dove calls from some hidden place. 
...With quiet surroundings, the mind is at peace, 
But beset with affairs, it grows restless again.... 
Here I shall finally build me a cabin, 
As Tao Qian built one long ago. 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Wei Yingwu
TO MY DAUGHTER 
ON HER MARRIAGE INTO THE YANG FAMILY
My heart has been heavy all day long 
Because you have so far to go. 
The marriage of a girl, away from her parents, 
Is the launching of a little boat on a great river. 
...You were very young when your mother died, 
Which made me the more tender of you. 
Your elder sister has looked out for you, 
And now you are both crying and cannot part. 
This makes my grief the harder to bear; 
Yet it is right that you should go. 
...Having had from childhood no mother to guide you, 
How will you honour your mother-in-law? 
It��s an excellent family; they will be kind to you, 
They will forgive you your mistakes -- 
Although ours has been so pure and poor 
That you can take them no great dowry. 
Be gentle and respectful, as a woman should be, 
Careful of word and look, observant of good example. 
...After this morning we separate, 
There��s no knowing for how long.... 
I always try to hide my feelings -- 
They are suddenly too much for me, 
When I turn and see my younger daughter 
With the tears running down her cheek. 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Liu Zongyuan
READING BUDDHIST CLASSICS WITH ZHAO 
AT HIS TEMPLE IN THE EARLY MORNING
I clean my teeth in water drawn from a cold well; 
And while I brush my clothes, I purify my mind; 
Then, slowly turning pages in the Tree-Leaf Book, 
I recite, along the path to the eastern shelter. 
...The world has forgotten the true fountain of this teaching 
And people enslave themselves to miracles and fables. 
Under the given words I want the essential meaning, 
I look for the simplest way to sow and reap my nature. 
Here in the quiet of the priest��s templecourtyard, 
Mosses add their climbing colour to the thick bamboo; 
And now comes the sun, out of mist and fog, 
And pines that seem to be new-bathed; 
And everything is gone from me, speech goes, and reading, 
Leaving the single unison. 



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Five-character-ancient-verse
Liu Zongyuan
DWELLING BY A STREAM
I had so long been troubled by official hat and robe 
That I am glad to be an exile here in this wild southland. 
I am a neighbour now of planters and reapers. 
I am a guest of the mountains and woods. 
I plough in the morning, turning dewy grasses, 
And at evening tie my fisher-boat, breaking the quiet stream. 
Back and forth I go, scarcely meeting anyone, 
And sing a long poem and gaze at the blue sky.


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Wang Changling
AT A BORDER-FORTRESS
Cicadas complain of thin mulberry-trees 
In the Eighth-month chill at the frontier pass. 
Through the gate and back again, all along the road, 
There is nothing anywhere but yellow reeds and grasses 
And the bones of soldiers from You and from Bing 
Who have buried their lives in the dusty sand. 
...Let never a cavalier stir you to envy 
With boasts of his horse and his horsemanship 



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Wang Changling
UNDER A BORDER-FORTRESS
Drink, my horse, while we cross the autumn water!- 
The stream is cold and the wind like a sword, 
As we watch against the sunset on the sandy plain, 
Far, far away, shadowy Lingtao. 
Old battles, waged by those long walls, 
Once were proud on all men��s tongues. 
But antiquity now is a yellow dust, 
Confusing in the grasses its ruins and white bones. 



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Li Bai
THE MOON AT THE FORTIFIED PASS
The bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven 
In an infinite haze of cloud and sea, 
And the wind, that has come a thousand miles, 
Beats at the Jade Pass battlements.... 
China marches its men down Baideng Road 
While Tartar troops peer across blue waters of the bay.... 
And since not one battle famous in history 
Sent all its fighters back again, 
The soldiers turn round, looking toward the border, 
And think of home, with wistful eyes, 
And of those tonight in the upper chambers 
Who toss and sigh and cannot rest. 



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Li Bai
BALLADS OF FOUR SEASONS: SPRING
The lovely Lo Fo of the western land 
Plucks mulberry leaves by the waterside. 
Across the green boughs stretches out her white hand; 
In golden sunshine her rosy robe is dyed. 
"my silkworms are hungry, I cannot stay. 
Tarry not with your five-horse cab, I pray." 



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Li Bai
BALLADS OF FOUR SEASONS: SUMMER
On Mirror Lake outspread for miles and miles, 
The lotus lilies in full blossom teem. 
In fifth moon Xi Shi gathers them with smiles, 
Watchers o��erwhelm the bank of Yuoye Stream. 
Her boat turns back without waiting moonrise 
To yoyal house amid amorous sighs. 



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Li Bai
A SONG OF AN AUTUMN MIDNIGHT
A slip of the moon hangs over the capital; 
Ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding; 
And the autumn wind is blowing my heart 
For ever and ever toward the Jade Pass.... 
Oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered, 
And my husband come back from the long campaign! 



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Li Bai
BALLADS OF FOUR SEASONS: WINTER
The courier will depart next day, she��s told. 
She sews a warrior��s gown all night. 
Her fingers feel the needle cold. 
How can she hold the scissors tight? 
The work is done, she sends it far away. 
When will it reach the town where warriors stay? 



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Folk-song-styled-verse
Li Bai
A SONG OF CHANGGAN
My hair had hardly covered my forehead. 
I was picking flowers, paying by my door, 
When you, my lover, on a bamboo horse, 
Came trotting in circles and throwing green plums. 
We lived near together on a lane in Ch��ang-kan, 
Both of us young and happy-hearted. 
...At fourteen I became your wife, 
So bashful that I dared not smile, 
And I lowered my head toward a dark corner 
And would not turn to your thousand calls; 
But at fifteen I straightened my brows and laughed, 
Learning that no dust could ever seal our love, 
That even unto death I would await you by my post 
And would never lose heart in the tower of silent watching. 
...Then when I was sixteen, you left on a long journey 
Through the Gorges of Ch��u-t��ang, of rock and whirling water. 
And then came the Fifth-month, more than I could bear, 
And I tried to hear the monkeys in your lofty far-off sky. 
Your footprints by our door, where I had watched you go, 
Were hidden, every one of them, under green moss, 
Hidden under moss too deep to sweep away. 
And the first autumn wind added fallen leaves. 
And now, in the Eighth-month, yellowing butterflies 
Hover, two by two, in our west-garden grasses 
And, because of all this, my heart is breaking 
And I fear for my bright cheeks, lest they fade. 
...Oh, at last, when you return through the three Pa districts, 
Send me a message home ahead! 
And I will come and meet you and will never mind the distance, 
All the way to Chang-feng Sha. 



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Meng Jiao
A SONG OF A PURE-HEARTED GIRL
Lakka-trees ripen two by two 
And mandarin-ducks die side by side. 
If a true-hearted girl will love only her husband, 
In a life as faithfully lived as theirs, 
What troubling wave can arrive to vex 
A spirit like water in a timeless well? 



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Meng Jiao
A TRAVELLER��S SONG
The thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother 
Makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy; 
Carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, 
Dreading the delays that will keep him late from home. 
But how much love has the inch-long grass 
For three spring months of the light of the sun?


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Seven-character-ancient-verse
Chen Ziang
ON A GATE-TOWER AT YUZHOU
Where, before me, are the ages that have gone? 
And where, behind me, are the coming generations? 
I think of heaven and earth, without limit, without end, 
And I am all alone and my tears fall down. 



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Seven-character-ancient-verse
Li Qi
AN OLD AIR
There once was a man, sent on military missions, 
A wanderer, from youth, on the You and Yan frontiers. 
Under the horses�� hoofs he would meet his foes 
And, recklessly risking his seven-foot body, 
Would slay whoever dared confront 
Those moustaches that bristled like porcupinequills. 
...There were dark clouds below the hills, there were white clouds above them, 
But before a man has served full time, how can he go back? 
In eastern Liao a girl was waiting, a girl of fifteen years, 
Deft with a guitar, expert in dance and song. 
...She seems to be fluting, even now, a reed-song of home, 
Filling every soldier��s eyes with homesick tears. 



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Seven-character-ancient-verse
Li Qi
A FAREWELL TO MY FRIEND CHEN ZHANGFU
In the Fourth-month the south wind blows plains of yellow barley, 
Date-flowers have not faded yet and lakka-leaves are long. 
The green peak that we left at dawn we still can see at evening, 
While our horses whinny on the road, eager to turn homeward. 
...Chen, my friend, you have always been a great and good man, 
With your dragon��s moustache, tiger��s eyebrows and your massive forehead. 
In your bosom you have shelved away ten thousand volumes. 
You have held your head high, never bowed it in the dust. 
...After buying us wine and pledging us, here at the eastern gate, 
And taking things as lightly as a wildgoose feather, 
Flat you lie, tipsy, forgetting the white sun; 
But now and then you open your eyes and gaze at a high lone cloud. 
...The tide-head of the lone river joins the darkening sky. 
The ferryman beaches his boat. It has grown too late to sail. 
And people on their way from Cheng cannot go home, 
And people from Loyang sigh with disappointment. 
...I have heard about the many friends around your wood land dwelling. 
Yesterday you were dismissed. Are they your friends today? 



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Li Qi
A LUTE SONG
Our host, providing abundant wine to make the night mellow, 
Asks his guest from Yangzhou to play for us on the lute. 
Toward the moon that whitens the city-wall, black crows are flying, 
Frost is on ten thousand trees, and the wind blows through our clothes; 
But a copper stove has added its light to that of flowery candles, 
And the lute plays The Green Water, and then The Queen of Chu. 
Once it has begun to play, there is no other sound: 
A spell is on the banquet, while the stars grow thin.... 
But three hundred miles from here, in Huai, official duties await him, 
And so it��s farewell, and the road again, under cloudy mountains. 



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Li Qi
ON HEARING DONG PLAY THE FLAGEOLET 
A POEM TO PALACE-ATTENDANT FANG
When this melody for the flageolet was made by Lady Cai, 
When long ago one by one she sang its eighteen stanzas, 
Even the Tartars were shedding tears into the border grasses, 
And the envoy of China was heart-broken, turning back home with his escort. 
...Cold fires now of old battles are grey on ancient forts, 
And the wilderness is shadowed with white new-flying snow. 
...When the player first brushes the Shang string and the Jue and then the Yu, 
Autumn-leaves in all four quarters are shaken with a murmur. 
Dong, the master, 
Must have been taught in heaven. 
Demons come from the deep pine-wood and stealthily listen 
To music slow, then quick, following his hand, 
Now far away, now near again, according to his heart. 
A hundred birds from an empty mountain scatter and return; 
Three thousand miles of floating clouds darken and lighten; 
A wildgoose fledgling, left behind, cries for its flock, 
And a Tartar child for the mother he loves. 
Then river waves are calmed 
And birds are mute that were singing, 
And Wuzu tribes are homesick for their distant land, 
And out of the dust of Siberian steppes rises a plaintive sorrow. 
...Suddenly the low sound leaps to a freer tune, 
Like a long wind swaying a forest, a downpour breaking tiles, 
A cascade through the air, flying over tree-tops. 
...A wild deer calls to his fellows. He is running among the mansions 
In the corner of the capital by the Eastern Palace wall.... 
Phoenix Lake lies opposite the Gate of Green Jade; 
But how can fame and profit concern a man of genius? 
Day and night I long for him to bring his lute again. 



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Li Qi
ON HEARING AN WANSHAN PLAY THE REED-PIPE
Bamboo from the southern hills was used to make this pipe. 
And its music, that was introduced from Persia first of all, 
Has taken on new magic through later use in China. 
And now the Tartar from Liangzhou, blowing it for me, 
Drawing a sigh from whosoever hears it, 
Is bringing to a wanderer��s eyes homesick tears.... 
Many like to listen; but few understand. 
To and fro at will there��s a long wind flying, 
Dry mulberry-trees, old cypresses, trembling in its chill. 
There are nine baby phoenixes, outcrying one another; 
A dragon and a tiger spring up at the same moment; 
Then in a hundred waterfalls ten thousand songs of autumn 
Are suddenly changing to The Yuyang Lament; 
And when yellow clouds grow thin and the white sun darkens, 
They are changing still again to Spring in the Willow Trees. 
Like Imperial Garden flowers, brightening the eye with beauty, 
Are the high-hall candles we have lighted this cold night, 
And with every cup of wine goes another round of music. 



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Meng Haoran
RETURNING AT NIGHT TO LUMEN MOUNTAIN
A bell in the mountain-temple sounds the coming of night. 
I hear people at the fishing-town stumble aboard the ferry, 
While others follow the sand-bank to their homes along the river. 
...I also take a boat and am bound for Lumen Mountain -- 
And soon the Lumen moonlight is piercing misty trees. 
I have come, before I know it, upon an ancient hermitage, 
The thatch door, the piney path, the solitude, the quiet, 
Where a hermit lives and moves, never needing a companion. 



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Li Bai
A SONG OF LU MOUNTAIN TO CENSOR LU XUZHOU
I am the madman of the Chu country 
Who sang a mad song disputing Confucius. 
...Holding in my hand a staff of green jade, 
I have crossed, since morning at the Yellow Crane Terrace, 
All five Holy Mountains, without a thought of distance, 
According to the one constant habit of my life. 
Lu Mountain stands beside the Southern Dipper 
In clouds reaching silken like a nine-panelled screen, 
With its shadows in a crystal lake deepening the green water. 
The Golden Gate opens into two mountain-ranges. 
A silver stream is hanging down to three stone bridges 
Within sight of the mighty Tripod Falls. 
Ledges of cliff and winding trails lead to blue sky 
And a flush of cloud in the morning sun, 
Whence no flight of birds could be blown into Wu. 
...I climb to the top. I survey the whole world. 
I see the long river that runs beyond return, 
Yellow clouds that winds have driven hundreds of miles 
And a snow-peak whitely circled by the swirl of a ninefold stream. 
And so I am singing a song of Lu Mountain, 
A song that is born of the breath of Lu Mountain. 
...Where the Stone Mirror makes the heart��s purity purer 
And green moss has buried the footsteps of Xie, 
I have eaten the immortal pellet and, rid of the world��s troubles, 
Before the lute��s third playing have achieved my element. 
Far away I watch the angels riding coloured clouds 
Toward heaven��s Jade City, with hibiscus in their hands. 
And so, when I have traversed the nine sections of the world, 
I will follow Saint Luao up the Great Purity. 



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Li Bai
TIANMU MOUNTAIN ASCENDED IN A DREAM
A seafaring visitor will talk about Japan, 
Which waters and mists conceal beyond approach; 
But Yueh people talk about Heavenly Mother Mountain, 
Still seen through its varying deeps of cloud. 
In a straight line to heaven, its summit enters heaven, 
Tops the five Holy Peaks, and casts a shadow through China 
With the hundred-mile length of the Heavenly Terrace Range, 
Which, just at this point, begins turning southeast. 
...My heart and my dreams are in Wu and Yueh 
And they cross Mirror Lake all night in the moon. 
And the moon lights my shadow 
And me to Yan River -- 
With the hermitage of Xie still there 
And the monkeys calling clearly over ripples of green water. 
I wear his pegged boots 
Up a ladder of blue cloud, 
Sunny ocean half-way, 
Holy cock-crow in space, 
Myriad peaks and more valleys and nowhere a road. 
Flowers lure me, rocks ease me. Day suddenly ends. 
Bears, dragons, tempestuous on mountain and river, 
Startle the forest and make the heights tremble. 
Clouds darken with darkness of rain, 
Streams pale with pallor of mist. 
The Gods of Thunder and Lightning 
Shatter the whole range. 
The stone gate breaks asunder 
Venting in the pit of heaven, 
An impenetrable shadow. 
...But now the sun and moon illumine a gold and silver terrace, 
And, clad in rainbow garments, riding on the wind, 
Come the queens of all the clouds, descending one by one, 
With tigers for their lute-players and phoenixes for dancers. 
Row upon row, like fields of hemp, range the fairy figures. 
I move, my soul goes flying, 
I wake with a long sigh, 
My pillow and my matting 
Are the lost clouds I was in. 
...And this is the way it always is with human joy: 
Ten thousand things run for ever like water toward the east. 
And so I take my leave of you, not knowing for how long. 
...But let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer 
And ride to you, great mountain, when I have need of you. 
Oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office 
Who never will suffer being shown an honest-hearted face! 



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Li Bai
PARTING AT A WINE-SHOP IN NANJING
A wind, bringing willow-cotton, sweetens the shop, 
And a girl from Wu, pouring wine, urges me to share it 
With my comrades of the city who are here to see me off; 
And as each of them drains his cup, I say to him in parting, 
Oh, go and ask this river running to the east 
If it can travel farther than a friend��s love! 



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Li Bai
A FAREWELL TO SECRETARY SHUYUN 
AT THE XIETIAO VILLA IN XUANZHOU
Since yesterday had to throw me and bolt, 
Today has hurt my heart even more. 
The autumn wildgeese have a long wind for escort 
As I face them from this villa, drinking my wine. 
The bones of great writers are your brushes, in the School of Heaven, 
And I am a Lesser Xie growing up by your side. 
We both are exalted to distant thought, 
Aspiring to the sky and the bright moon. 
But since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, 
And sorrows return, though we drown them with wine, 
Since the world can in no way answer our craving, 
I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take to a fishingboat. 



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Cen Can
A SONG OF RUNNING-HORSE RIVER IN FAREWELL 
TO GENERAL FENG OF THE WESTERN EXPEDITION
Look how swift to the snowy sea races Running-Horse River! -- 
And sand, up from the desert, flies yellow into heaven. 
This Ninth-month night is blowing cold at Wheel Tower, 
And valleys, like peck measures, fill with the broken boulders 
That downward, headlong, follow the wind. 
...In spite of grey grasses, Tartar horses are plump; 
West of the Hill of Gold, smoke and dust gather. 
O General of the Chinese troops, start your campaign! 
Keep your iron armour on all night long, 
Send your soldiers forward with a clattering of weapons! 
...While the sharp wind��s point cuts the face like a knife, 
And snowy sweat steams on the horses�� backs, 
Freezing a pattern of five-flower coins, 
Your challenge from camp, from an inkstand of ice, 
Has chilled the barbarian chieftain��s heart. 
You will have no more need of an actual battle! -- 
We await the news of victory, here at the western pass! 



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Cen Can
A SONG OF WHEEL TOWER IN FAREWELL TO GENERAL 
FENG OF THE WESTERN EXPEDITION
On Wheel Tower parapets night-bugles are blowing, 
Though the flag at the northern end hangs limp. 
Scouts, in the darkness, are passing Quli, 
Where, west of the Hill of Gold, the Tartar chieftain has halted 
We can see, from the look-out, the dust and black smoke 
Where Chinese troops are camping, north of Wheel Tower. 
...Our flags now beckon the General farther west- 
With bugles in the dawn he rouses his Grand Army; 
Drums like a tempest pound on four sides 
And the Yin Mountains shake with the shouts of ten thousand; 
Clouds and the war-wind whirl up in a point 
Over fields where grass-roots will tighten around white bones; 
In the Dagger River mist, through a biting wind, 
Horseshoes, at the Sand Mouth line, break on icy boulders. 
...Our General endures every pain, every hardship, 
Commanded to settle the dust along the border. 
We have read, in the Green Books, tales of old days- 
But here we behold a living man, mightier than the dead. 



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Cen Can
A SONG OF WHITE SNOW IN FAREWELL 
TO FIELD-CLERK WU GOING HOME
The north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them; 
And the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky 
Is like a spring gale, come up in the night, 
Blowing open the petals of ten thousand peartrees. 
It enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains; 
A fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy; 
Bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn 
And the metal of armour congeals on the men; 
The sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, 
And darkness masses its endless clouds; 
But we drink to our guest bound home from camp, 
And play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps; 
Till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents 
And our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind, 
We watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward. 
Into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road.... 
And then he disappears at the turn of the pass, 
Leaving behind him only hoof-prints. 



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Du Fu
A DRAWING OF A HORSE BY GENERAL CAO 
AT SECRETARY WEI FENG��S HOUSE
Throughout this dynasty no one had painted horses 
Like the master-spirit, Prince Jiangdu -- 
And then to General Cao through his thirty years of fame 
The world��s gaze turned, for royal steeds. 
He painted the late Emperor��s luminous white horse. 
For ten days the thunder flew over Dragon Lake, 
And a pink-agate plate was sent him from the palace- 
The talk of the court-ladies, the marvel of all eyes. 
The General danced, receiving it in his honoured home 
After this rare gift, followed rapidly fine silks 
From many of the nobles, requesting that his art 
Lend a new lustre to their screens. 
...First came the curly-maned horse of Emperor Taizong, 
Then, for the Guos, a lion-spotted horse.... 
But now in this painting I see two horses, 
A sobering sight for whosoever knew them. 
They are war- horses. Either could face ten thousand. 
They make the white silk stretch away into a vast desert. 
And the seven others with them are almost as noble 
Mist and snow are moving across a cold sky, 
And hoofs are cleaving snow-drifts under great trees- 
With here a group of officers and there a group of servants. 
See how these nine horses all vie with one another- 
The high clear glance, the deep firm breath. 
...Who understands distinction? Who really cares for art? 
You, Wei Feng, have followed Cao; Zhidun preceded him. 
...I remember when the late Emperor came toward his Summer Palace, 
The procession, in green-feathered rows, swept from the eastern sky -- 
Thirty thousand horses, prancing, galloping, 
Fashioned, every one of them, like the horses in this picture.... 
But now the Imperial Ghost receives secret jade from the River God, 
For the Emperor hunts crocodiles no longer by the streams. 
Where you see his Great Gold Tomb, you may hear among the pines 
A bird grieving in the wind that the Emperor��s horses are gone. 



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Du Fu
A SONG OF A PAINTING TO GENERAL CAO
O General, descended from Wei��s Emperor Wu, 
You are nobler now than when a noble.... 
Conquerors and their velour perish, 
But masters of beauty live forever. 
...With your brush-work learned from Lady Wei 
And second only to Wang Xizhi��s, 
Faithful to your art, you know no age, 
Letting wealth and fame drift by like clouds. 
...In the years of Kaiyuan you were much with the Emperor, 
Accompanied him often to the Court of the South Wind. 
When the spirit left great statesmen, on walls of the Hall of Fame 
The point of your brush preserved their living faces. 
You crowned all the premiers with coronets of office; 
You fitted all commanders with arrows at their girdles; 
You made the founders of this dynasty, with every hair alive, 
Seem to be just back from the fierceness of a battle. 
...The late Emperor had a horse, known as Jade Flower, 
Whom artists had copied in various poses. 
They led him one day to the red marble stairs 
With his eyes toward the palace in the deepening air. 
Then, General, commanded to proceed with your work, 
You centred all your being on a piece of silk. 
And later, when your dragon-horse, born of the sky, 
Had banished earthly horses for ten thousand generations, 
There was one Jade Flower standing on the dais 
And another by the steps, and they marvelled at each other.... 
The Emperor rewarded you with smiles and with gifts, 
While officers and men of the stud hung about and stared. 
...Han Gan, your follower, has likewise grown proficient 
At representing horses in all their attitudes; 
But picturing the flesh, he fails to draw the bone- 
So that even the finest are deprived of their spirit. 
You, beyond the mere skill, used your art divinely- 
And expressed, not only horses, but the life of a good man.... 
Yet here you are, wandering in a world of disorder 
And sketching from time to time some petty passerby 
People note your case with the whites of their eyes. 
There��s nobody purer, there��s nobody poorer. 
...Read in the records, from earliest times, 
How hard it is to be a great artist. 



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Seven-character-ancient-verse
Du Fu
A LETTER TO CENSOR HAN
I am sad. My thoughts are in Youzhou. 
I would hurry there-but I am sick in bed. 
...Beauty would be facing me across the autumn waters. 
Oh, to wash my feet in Lake Dongting and see at its eight corners 
Wildgeese flying high, sun and moon both white, 
Green maples changing to red in the frosty sky, 
Angels bound for the Capital of Heaven, near the North Star, 
Riding, some of them phrenixes, and others unicorns, 
With banners of hibiscus and with melodies of mist, 
Their shadows dancing upside-down in the southern rivers, 
Till the Queen of the Stars, drowsy with her nectar, 
Would forget the winged men on either side of her! 
...From the Wizard of the Red Pine this word has come for me: 
That after his earlier follower he has now a new disciple 
Who, formerly at the capital as Emperor Liu��s adviser, 
In spite of great successes, never could be happy. 
...What are a country��s rise and fall? 
Can flesh-pots be as fragrant as mountain fruit?.... 
I grieve that he is lost far away in the south. 
May the star of long life accord him its blessing! 
...O purity, to seize you from beyond the autumn waters 
And to place you as an offering in the Court of Imperial Jade. 



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Seven-character-ancient-verse
Du Fu
A SONG OF AN OLD CYPRESS
Beside the Temple of the Great Premier stands an ancient cypress 
With a trunk of green bronze and a root of stone. 
The girth of its white bark would be the reach of forty men 
And its tip of kingfish-blue is two thousand feet in heaven. 
Dating from the days of a great ruler��s great statesman, 
Their very tree is loved now and honoured by the people. 
Clouds come to it from far away, from the Wu cliffs, 
And the cold moon glistens on its peak of snow. 
...East of the Silk Pavilion yesterday I found 
The ancient ruler and wise statesman both worshipped in one temple, 
Whose tree, with curious branches, ages the whole landscape 
In spite of the fresh colours of the windows and the doors. 
And so firm is the deep root, so established underground, 
That its lone lofty boughs can dare the weight of winds, 
Its only protection the Heavenly Power, 
Its only endurance the art of its Creator. 
Though oxen sway ten thousand heads, they cannot move a mountain. 
...When beams are required to restore a great house, 
Though a tree writes no memorial, yet people understand 
That not unless they fell it can use be made of it.... 
Its bitter heart may be tenanted now by black and white ants, 
But its odorous leaves were once the nest of phoenixes and pheasants. 
...Let wise and hopeful men harbour no complaint. 
The greater the timber, the tougher it is to use. 



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Seven-character-ancient-verse
Du Fu
A SONG OF DAGGER-DANCING TO A GIRL-PUPIL 
OF LADY GONGSUN
On the 19th of the Tenth-month in the second year of Dali, I saw, in the house of the Kueifu official Yuante, a girl named Li from Lingying dancing with a dagger. I admired her skill and asked who was her teacher. She named Lady Gongsun. I remembered that in the third year of Kaiyuan at Yancheng, when I was a little boy, I saw Lady Gongsun dance. She was the only one in the Imperial Theatre who could dance with this weapon. Now she is aged and unknown, and even her pupil has passed the heyday of beauty. I wrote this poem to express my wistfulness. The work of Zhang Xu of the Wu district, that great master of grassy writing, was improved by his having been present when Lady Gongsun danced in the Yeh district. From this may be judged the art of Gongsun. 
There lived years ago the beautiful Gongsun, 
Who, dancing with her dagger, drew from all four quarters 
An audience like mountains lost among themselves. 
Heaven and earth moved back and forth, following her motions, 
Which were bright as when the Archer shot the nine suns down the sky 
And rapid as angels before the wings of dragons. 
She began like a thunderbolt, venting its anger, 
And ended like the shining calm of rivers and the sea.... 
But vanished are those red lips and those pearly sleeves; 
And none but this one pupil bears the perfume of her fame, 
This beauty from Lingying, at the Town of the White God, 
Dancing still and singing in the old blithe way. 
And while we reply to each other��s questions, 
We sigh together, saddened by changes that have come. 
There were eight thousand ladies in the late Emperor��s court, 
But none could dance the dagger-dance like Lady Gongsun. 
...Fifty years have passed, like the turning of a palm; 
Wind and dust, filling the world, obscure the Imperial House. 
Instead of the Pear-Garden Players, who have blown by like a mist, 
There are one or two girl-musicians now-trying to charm the cold Sun. 
There are man-size trees by the Emperor��s Golden Tomb 
I seem to hear dead grasses rattling on the cliffs of Qutang. 
...The song is done, the slow string and quick pipe have ceased. 
At the height of joy, sorrow comes with the eastern moon rising. 
And I, a poor old man, not knowing where to go, 
Must harden my feet on the lone hills, toward sickness and despair. 



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Li Qi
AN OLD WAR-SONG
Through the bright day up the mountain, we scan the sky for a war-torch; 
At yellow dusk we water our horses in the boundaryriver; 
And when the throb of watch-drums hangs in the sandy wind, 
We hear the guitar of the Chinese Princess telling her endless woe.... 
Three thousand miles without a town, nothing but camps, 
Till the heavy sky joins the wide desert in snow. 
With their plaintive calls, barbarian wildgeese fly from night to night, 
And children of the Tartars have many tears to shed; 
But we hear that the Jade Pass is still under siege, 
And soon we stake our lives upon our light warchariots. 
Each year we bury in the desert bones unnumbered, 
Yet we only watch for grape-vines coming into China. 



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Wang Wei
A SONG OF A GIRL FROM LOYANG
There��s a girl from Loyang in the door across the street, 
She looks fifteen, she may be a little older. 
...While her master rides his rapid horse with jade bit an bridle, 
Her handmaid brings her cod-fish in a golden plate. 
On her painted pavilions, facing red towers, 
Cornices are pink and green with peach-bloom and with willow, 
Canopies of silk awn her seven-scented chair, 
And rare fans shade her, home to her nine-flowered curtains. 
Her lord, with rank and wealth and in the bud of life, 
Exceeds in munificence the richest men of old. 
He favours this girl of lowly birth, he has her taught to dance; 
And he gives away his coral-trees to almost anyone. 
The wind of dawn just stirs when his nine soft lights go out, 
Those nine soft lights like petals in a flying chain of flowers. 
Between dances she has barely time for singing over the songs; 
No sooner is she dressed again than incense burns before her. 
Those she knows in town are only the rich and the lavish, 
And day and night she is visiting the hosts of the gayest mansions. 
...Who notices the girl from Yue with a face of white jade, 
Humble, poor, alone, by the river, washing silk? 



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Folk-song-styled-verse
Wang Wei
SONG OF AN OLD GENERAL
When he was a youth of fifteen or twenty, 
He chased a wild horse, he caught him and rode him, 
He shot the white-browed mountain tiger, 
He defied the yellow-bristled Horseman of Ye. 
Fighting single- handed for a thousand miles, 
With his naked dagger he could hold a multitude. 
...Granted that the troops of China were as swift as heaven��s thunder 
And that Tartar soldiers perished in pitfalls fanged with iron, 
General Wei Qing��s victory was only a thing of chance. 
And General Li Guang��s thwarted effort was his fate, not his fault. 
Since this man��s retirement he is looking old and worn: 
Experience of the world has hastened his white hairs. 
Though once his quick dart never missed the right eye of a bird, 
Now knotted veins and tendons make his left arm like an osier. 
He is sometimes at the road-side selling melons from his garden, 
He is sometimes planting willows round his hermitage. 
His lonely lane is shut away by a dense grove, 
His vacant window looks upon the far cold mountains 
But, if he prayed, the waters would come gushing for his men 
And never would he wanton his cause away with wine. 
...War-clouds are spreading, under the Helan Range; 
Back and forth, day and night, go feathered messages; 
In the three River Provinces, the governors call young men -- 
And five imperial edicts have summoned the old general. 
So he dusts his iron coat and shines it like snow- 
Waves his dagger from its jade hilt in a dance of starry steel. 
He is ready with his strong northern bow to smite the Tartar chieftain -- 
That never a foreign war-dress may affront the Emperor. 
...There once was an aged Prefect, forgotten and far away, 
Who still could manage triumph with a single stroke. 



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Folk-song-styled-verse
Wang Wei
A SONG OF PEACH-BLOSSOM RIVER
A fisherman is drifting, enjoying the spring mountains, 
And the peach-trees on both banks lead him to an ancient source. 
Watching the fresh-coloured trees, he never thinks of distance 
Till he comes to the end of the blue stream and suddenly- strange men! 
It��s a cave-with a mouth so narrow that he has to crawl through; 
But then it opens wide again on a broad and level path -- 
And far beyond he faces clouds crowning a reach of trees, 
And thousands of houses shadowed round with flowers and bamboos.... 
Woodsmen tell him their names in the ancient speech of Han; 
And clothes of the Qin Dynasty are worn by all these people 
Living on the uplands, above the Wuling River, 
On farms and in gardens that are like a world apart, 
Their dwellings at peace under pines in the clear moon, 
Until sunrise fills the low sky with crowing and barking. 
...At news of a stranger the people all assemble, 
And each of them invites him home and asks him where he was born. 
Alleys and paths are cleared for him of petals in the morning, 
And fishermen and farmers bring him their loads at dusk.... 
They had left the world long ago, they had come here seeking refuge; 
They have lived like angels ever since, blessedly far away, 
No one in the cave knowing anything outside, 
Outsiders viewing only empty mountains and thick clouds. 
...The fisherman, unaware of his great good fortune, 
Begins to think of country, of home, of worldly ties, 
Finds his way out of the cave again, past mountains and past rivers, 
Intending some time to return, when he has told his kin. 
He studies every step he takes, fixes it well in mind, 
And forgets that cliffs and peaks may vary their appearance. 
...It is certain that to enter through the deepness of the mountain, 
A green river leads you, into a misty wood. 
But now, with spring-floods everywhere and floating peachpetals -- 
Which is the way to go, to find that hidden source? 



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Folk-song-styled-verse
Li Bai
HARD ROADS IN SHU
Oh, but it is high and very dangerous! 
Such travelling is harder than scaling the blue sky. 
...Until two rulers of this region 
Pushed their way through in the misty ages, 
Forty-eight thousand years had passed 
With nobody arriving across the Qin border. 
And the Great White Mountain, westward, still has only a bird��s path 
Up to the summit of Emei Peak -- 
Which was broken once by an earthquake and there were brave men lost, 
Just finishing the stone rungs of their ladder toward heaven. 
...High, as on a tall flag, six dragons drive the sun, 
While the river, far below, lashes its twisted course. 
Such height would be hard going for even a yellow crane, 
So pity the poor monkeys who have only paws to use. 
The Mountain of Green Clay is formed of many circles- 
Each hundred steps, we have to turn nine turns among its mound -- 
Panting, we brush Orion and pass the Well Star, 
Then, holding our chests with our hands and sinking to the ground with a groan, 
We wonder if this westward trail will never have an end. 
The formidable path ahead grows darker, darker still, 
With nothing heard but the call of birds hemmed in by the ancient forest, 
Male birds smoothly wheeling, following the females; 
And there come to us the melancholy voices of the cuckoos 
Out on the empty mountain, under the lonely moon.... 
Such travelling is harder than scaling the blue sky. 
Even to hear of it turns the cheek pale, 
With the highest crag barely a foot below heaven. 
Dry pines hang, head down, from the face of the cliffs, 
And a thousand plunging cataracts outroar one another 
And send through ten thousand valleys a thunder of spinning stones. 
With all this danger upon danger, 
Why do people come here who live at a safe distance? 
...Though Dagger-Tower Pass be firm and grim, 
And while one man guards it 
Ten thousand cannot force it, 
What if he be not loyal, 
But a wolf toward his fellows? 
...There are ravenous tigers to fear in the day 
And venomous reptiles in the night 
With their teeth and their fangs ready 
To cut people down like hemp. 
Though the City of Silk be delectable, I would rather turn home quickly. 
Such travelling is harder than scaling the blue sky.... 
But I still face westward with a dreary moan. 



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Li Bai
ENDLESS YEARNING I
"I am endlessly yearning 
To be in Changan. 
...Insects hum of autumn by the gold brim of the well; 
A thin frost glistens like little mirrors on my cold mat; 
The high lantern flickers; and. deeper grows my longing. 
I lift the shade and, with many a sigh, gaze upon the moon, 
Single as a flower, centred from the clouds. 
Above, I see the blueness and deepness of sky. 
Below, I see the greenness and the restlessness of water.... 
Heaven is high, earth wide; bitter between them flies my sorrow. 
Can I dream through the gateway, over the mountain? 
Endless longing 
Breaks my heart." 



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Li Bai
ENDLESS YEARNING II
"The sun has set, and a mist is in the flowers; 
And the moon grows very white and people sad and sleepless. 
A Zhao harp has just been laid mute on its phoenix holder, 
And a Shu lute begins to sound its mandarin-duck strings.... 
Since nobody can bear to you the burden of my song, 
Would that it might follow the spring wind to Yanran Mountain. 
I think of you far away, beyond the blue sky, 
And my eyes that once were sparkling 
Are now a well of tears. 
...Oh, if ever you should doubt this aching of my heart, 
Here in my bright mirror come back and look at me!" 



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Li Bai
THE HARD ROAD
Pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, 
And a jade plate of dainty food calls for a million coins. 
I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink.... 
I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain. 
I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry; 
I would climb the Taihang Mountains, but the sky is blind with snow.... 
I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook -- 
But I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun.... 
Journeying is hard, 
Journeying is hard. 
There are many turnings -- 
Which am I to follow?.... 
I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves 
And set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea. 



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Li Bai
HARD IS THE WAY OF THE WORLD II
The way is broad like the blue sky, 
But no way out before my eye. 
I am ashamed to follow those who have no guts, 
Gambling on fighting cocks and dogs for pears and nuts. 
Feng would go homeward way, having no fish to eat; 
Zhou did not think to bow to noblemen was meet. 
General Han was mocked in the market-place; 
The brilliant scholar Jia was banished in disgrace. 
Have you not heard of King of Yan in days gone by, 
Who venerated talents and built Terrace high 
On which he offered gold to gifted men 
And stooped low and swept the floor to welcome them? 
Grateful, Ju Xin and Yue Yi came then 
And served him heart and soul, both full of stratagem. 
The King��s bones were now buried, 
who would sweep the floor of the Gold Terrace any more? 
Hard is the way. 
Go back without delay! 



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HARD IS THE WAY OF THE WORLD III
Don��t wash your ears on hearing something you dislike 
Nor die of hunger like famous hermits on the Pike! 
Living without a fame among the motley crowd, 
Why should one be as lofty as the moon or cloud? 
Of ancient talents who failed to retire, there��s none 
But came to tragic ending after glory��s won. 
The head of General Wu was hung o��er city gate; 
In the river was drowned the poet laureate. 
The highly talented scholar wished in vain 
To preserve his life to hear the cry of the crane. 
Minister Li regretted not to have retired 
To hunt with falcon gray as he had long desired. 
Have you not heard of Zhang Han who resigned, carefree, 
To go home to eat his perch with high glee? 
Enjoy a cup of wine while you��re alive! 
Do not care if your fame will not survive! 



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Li Bai
BRINGING IN THE WINE
See how the Yellow River��s waters move out of heaven. 
Entering the ocean, never to return. 
See how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers, 
Though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow. 
...Oh, let a man of spirit venture where he pleases 
And never tip his golden cup empty toward the moon! 
Since heaven gave the talent, let it be employed! 
Spin a thousand pieces of silver, all of them come back! 
Cook a sheep, kill a cow, whet the appetite, 
And make me, of three hundred bowls, one long drink! 
...To the old master, Cen, 
And the young scholar, Danqiu, 
Bring in the wine! 
Let your cups never rest! 
Let me sing you a song! 
Let your ears attend! 
What are bell and drum, rare dishes and treasure? 
Let me be forever drunk and never come to reason! 
Sober men of olden days and sages are forgotten, 
And only the great drinkers are famous for all time. 
...Prince Chen paid at a banquet in the Palace of Perfection 
Ten thousand coins for a cask of wine, with many a laugh and quip. 
Why say, my host, that your money is gone? 
Go and buy wine and we��ll drink it together! 
My flower-dappled horse, 
My furs worth a thousand, 
Hand them to the boy to exchange for good wine, 
And we��ll drown away the woes of ten thousand generations! 



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A SONG OF WAR-CHARIOTS
The war-chariots rattle, 
The war-horses whinny. 
Each man of you has a bow and a quiver at his belt. 
Father, mother, son, wife, stare at you going, 
Till dust shall have buried the bridge beyond Changan. 
They run with you, crying, they tug at your sleeves, 
And the sound of their sorrow goes up to the clouds; 
And every time a bystander asks you a question, 
You can only say to him that you have to go. 
...We remember others at fifteen sent north to guard the river 
And at forty sent west to cultivate the campfarms. 
The mayor wound their turbans for them when they started out. 
With their turbaned hair white now, they are still at the border, 
At the border where the blood of men spills like the sea -- 
And still the heart of Emperor Wu is beating for war. 
...Do you know that, east of China��s mountains, in two hundred districts 
And in thousands of villages, nothing grows but weeds, 
And though strong women have bent to the ploughing, 
East and west the furrows all are broken down? 
...Men of China are able to face the stiffest battle, 
But their officers drive them like chickens and dogs. 
Whatever is asked of them, 
Dare they complain? 
For example, this winter 
Held west of the gate, 
Challenged for taxes, 
How could they pay? 
...We have learned that to have a son is bad luck- 
It is very much better to have a daughter 
Who can marry and live in the house of a neighbour, 
While under the sod we bury our boys. 
...Go to the Blue Sea, look along the shore 
At all the old white bones forsaken -- 
New ghosts are wailing there now with the old, 
Loudest in the dark sky of a stormy day. 



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A SONG OF FAIR WOMEN
On the third day of the Third-month in the freshening weather 
Many beauties take the air by the Changan waterfront, 
Receptive, aloof, sweet-mannered, sincere, 
With soft fine skin and well-balanced bone. 
Their embroidered silk robes in the spring sun are gleaming -- 
With a mass of golden peacocks and silver unicorns. 
And hanging far down from their temples 
Are blue leaves of delicate kingfisher feathers. 
And following behind them 
Is a pearl-laden train, rhythmic with bearers. 
Some of them are kindred to the Royal House -- 
The titled Princesses Guo and Qin. 
Red camel-humps are brought them from jade broilers, 
And sweet fish is ordered them on crystal trays. 
Though their food-sticks of unicorn-horn are lifted languidly 
And the finely wrought phoenix carving-knife is very little used, 
Fleet horses from the Yellow Gate, stirring no dust, 
Bring precious dishes constantly from the imperial kitchen. 
...While a solemn sound of flutes and drums invokes gods and spirits, 
Guests and courtiers gather, all of high rank; 
And finally, riding slow, a dignified horseman 
Dismounts at the pavilion on an embroidered rug. 
In a snow of flying willow-cotton whitening the duckweed, 
Bluebirds find their way with vermilion handkerchiefs -- 
But power can be as hot as flame and burn people��s fingers. 
Be wary of the Premier, watch for his frown. 



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A SONG OF SOBBING BY THE RIVER
I am only an old woodsman, whispering a sob, 
As I steal like a spring-shadow down the Winding River. 
...Since the palaces ashore are sealed by a thousand gates -- 
Fine willows, new rushes, for whom are you so green? 
...I remember a cloud of flags that came from the South Garden, 
And ten thousand colours, heightening one another, 
And the Kingdom��s first Lady, from the Palace of the Bright Sun, 
Attendant on the Emperor in his royal chariot, 
And the horsemen before them, each with bow and arrows, 
And the snowy horses, champing at bits of yellow gold, 
And an archer, breast skyward, shooting through the clouds 
And felling with one dart a pair of flying birds. 
...Where are those perfect eyes, where are those pearly teeth? 
A blood-stained spirit has no home, has nowhere to return. 
And clear Wei waters running east, through the cleft on Dagger- Tower Trail, 
Carry neither there nor here any news of her. 
People, compassionate, are wishing with tears 
That she were as eternal as the river and the flowers. 
...Mounted Tartars, in the yellow twilight, cloud the town with dust. 
I am fleeing south, but I linger-gazing northward toward the throne. 



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A SONG OF A PRINCE DEPOSED
Along the wall of the Capital a white-headed crow 
Flies to the Gate where Autumn Enters and screams there in the night, 
Then turns again and pecks among the roofs of a tall mansion 
Whose lord, a mighty mandarin, has fled before the Tartars, 
With his golden whip now broken, his nine war-horses dead 
And his own flesh and bone scattered to the winds.... 
There��s a rare ring of green coral underneath the vest 
Of a Prince at a street-corner, bitterly sobbing, 
Who has to give a false name to anyone who asks him- 
Just a poor fellow, hoping for employment. 
A hundred days�� hiding in grasses and thorns 
Show on his body from head to foot. 
But, since their first Emperor, all with hooknoses, 
These Dragons look different from ordinary men. 
Wolves are in the palace now and Dragons are lost in the desert -- 
O Prince, be very careful of your most sacred person! 
I dare not address you long, here by the open road, 
Nor even to stand beside you for more than these few moments. 
Last night with the spring-wind there came a smell of blood; 
The old Capital is full of camels from the east. 
Our northern warriors are sound enough of body and of hand -- 
Oh, why so brave in olden times and so craven now? 
Our Emperor, we hear, has given his son the throne 
And the southern border-chieftains are loyally inclined 
And the Huamen and Limian tribes are gathering to avenge us. 
But still be careful-keep yourself well hidden from the dagger. 
Unhappy Prince, I beg you, be constantly on guard -- 
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Tang Xunzong
I PASS THROUGH THE LU DUKEDOM 
WITH A SIGH AND A SACRIFICE FOR CONFUCIUS
O Master, how did the world repay 
Your life of long solicitude? -- 
The Lords of Zou have misprized your land, 
And your home has been used as the palace of Lu.... 
You foretold that when phoenixes vanished, your fortunes too would end, 
You knew that the captured unicorn would be a sign of the dose of your teaching.... 
Can this sacrifice I watch, here between two temple pillars, 
Be the selfsame omen of death you dreamed of long ago? 



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Zhang Jiuling
LOOKING AT THE MOON 
AND THINKING OF ONE FAR AWAY 
The moon, grown full now over the sea, 
Brightening the whole of heaven, 
Brings to separated hearts 
The long thoughtfulness of night.... 
It is no darker though I blow out my candle. 
It is no warmer though I put on my coat. 
So I leave my message with the moon 
And turn to my bed, hoping for dreams. 



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FAREWELL TO VICE-PREFECT DU 
SETTING OUT FOR HIS OFFICIAL POST IN SHU
By this wall that surrounds the three Qin districts, 
Through a mist that makes five rivers one, 
We bid each other a sad farewell, 
We two officials going opposite ways.... 
And yet, while China holds our friendship, 
And heaven remains our neighbourhood, 
Why should you linger at the fork of the road, 
Wiping your eyes like a heart-broken child? 



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A POLITICAL PRISONER LISTENING TO A CICADA
While the year sinks westward, I hear a cicada 
Bid me to be resolute here in my cell, 
Yet it needed the song of those black wings 
To break a white-haired prisoner��s heart.... 
His flight is heavy through the fog, 
His pure voice drowns in the windy world. 
Who knows if he be singing still? - -
Who listens any more to me? 



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Du Shenyan
ON A WALK IN THE EARLY SPRING
HARMONIZING A POEM BY MY FRIEND LU
STATIONED AT CHANGZHOU
Only to wanderers can come 
Ever new the shock of beauty, 
Of white cloud and red cloud dawning from the sea, 
Of spring in the wild-plum and river-willow.... 
I watch a yellow oriole dart in the warm air, 
And a green water- plant reflected by the sun. 
Suddenly an old song fills 
My heart with home, my eyes with tears. 



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Shen Quanqi
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Against the City of the Yellow Dragon 
Our troops were sent long years ago, 
And girls here watch the same melancholy moon 
That lights our Chinese warriors -- 
And young wives dream a dream of spring, 
That last night their heroic husbands, 
In a great attack, with flags and drums, 
Captured the City of the Yellow Dragon. 



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Song Zhiwen
INSCRIBED ON THE WALL OF AN INN 
NORTH OF DAYU MOUNTAIN
They say that wildgeese, flying southward, 
Here turn back, this very month.... 
Shall my own southward journey 
Ever be retraced, I wonder? 
...The river is pausing at ebb-tide, 
And the woods are thick with clinging mist -- 
But tomorrow morning, over the mountain, 
Dawn will be white with the plum-trees of home. 



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A MOORING UNDER NORTH FORT HILL
Under blue mountains we wound our way, 
My boat and 1, along green water; 
Until the banks at low tide widened, 
With no wind stirring my lone sail. 
...Night now yields to a sea of sun, 
And the old year melts in freshets. 
At last I can send my messengers -- 
Wildgeese, homing to Loyang. 



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Chang Jian
A BUDDHIST RETREAT BEHIND BROKEN-MOUNTAIN TEMPLE
In the pure morning, near the old temple, 
Where early sunlight points the tree-tops, 
My path has wound, through a sheltered hollow 
Of boughs and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat. 
Here birds are alive with mountain-light, 
And the mind of man touches peace in a pool, 
And a thousand sounds are quieted 
By the breathing of a temple-bell. 



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Cen Can
A MESSAGE TO CENSOR Du Fu 
AT HIS OFFICE IN THE LEFT COURT
Together we officials climbed vermilion steps, 
To be parted by the purple walls.... 
Our procession, which entered the palace at dawn, 
Leaves fragrant now at dusk with imperial incense. 
...Grey heads may grieve for a fallen flower, 
Or blue clouds envy a lilting bird; 
But this reign is of heaven, nothing goes wrong, 
There have been almost no petitions. 



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A MESSAGE TO MENG HAORAN
Master, I hail you from my heart, 
And your fame arisen to the skies.... 
Renouncing in ruddy youth the importance of hat and chariot, 
You chose pine-trees and clouds; and now, whitehaired, 
Drunk with the moon, a sage of dreams, 
Flower- bewitched, you are deaf to the Emperor.... 
High mountain, how I long to reach you, 
Breathing your sweetness even here! 



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BIDDING A FRIEND FAREWELL AT JINGMEN FERRY
Sailing far off from Jingmen Ferry, 
Soon you will be with people in the south, 
Where the mountains end and the plains begin 
And the river winds through wilderness.... 
The moon is lifted like a mirror, 
Sea-clouds gleam like palaces, 
And the water has brought you a touch of home 
To draw your boat three hundred miles. 



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A FAREWELL TO A FRIEND
With a blue line of mountains north of the wall, 
And east of the city a white curve of water, 
Here you must leave me and drift away 
Like a loosened water-plant hundreds of miles.... 
I shall think of you in a floating cloud; 
So in the sunset think of me. 
...We wave our hands to say good-bye, 
And my horse is neighing again and again. 



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Li Bai
ON HEARING JUN THE BUDDHIST MONK 
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The monk from Shu with his green silk lute-case, 
Walking west down Omei Mountain, 
Has brought me by one touch of the strings 
The breath of pines in a thousand valleys. 
I hear him in the cleansing brook, 
I hear him in the icy bells; 
And I feel no change though the mountain darken 
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Li Bai
THOUGHTS OF OLD TIME FROM A NIGHT-MOORING 
UNDER MOUNT NIU-ZHU
This night to the west of the river-brim 
There is not one cloud in the whole blue sky, 
As I watch from my deck the autumn moon, 
Vainly remembering old General Xie.... 
I have poems; I can read; 
He heard others, but not mine. 
...Tomorrow I shall hoist my sail, 
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Du Fu
ON A MOONLIGHT NIGHT
Far off in Fuzhou she is watching the moonlight, 
Watching it alone from the window of her chamber- 
For our boy and girl, poor little babes, 
Are too young to know where the Capital is. 
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, 
Her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon. 
...When shall we lie again, with no more tears, 
Watching this bright light on our screen? 



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Du Fu
A SPRING VIEW
Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure; 
And spring comes green again to trees and grasses 
Where petals have been shed like tears 
And lonely birds have sung their grief. 
...After the war-fires of three months, 
One message from home is worth a ton of gold. 
...I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin 
To hold the hairpins any more. 



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Cui Hao
THE YELLOW CRANE TERRACE
Where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven, 
Nothing is left now but the Yellow Crane Terrace. 
The yellow crane never revisited earth, 
And white clouds are flying without him for ever. 
...Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, 
And Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grasses; 
But I look toward home, and twilight grows dark 
With a mist of grief on the river waves. 



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Cui Hao
PASSING THROUGH HUAYIN
Lords of the capital, sharp, unearthly, 
The Great Flower��s three points pierce through heaven. 
Clouds are parting above the Temple of the Warring Emperor, 
Rain dries on the mountain, on the Giant��s Palm. 
Ranges and rivers are the strength of this western gate, 
Whence roads and trails lead downward into China. 
...O pilgrim of fame, O seeker of profit, 
Why not remain here and lengthen your days? 



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LOOKING TOWARD AN INNER GATE 
OF THE GREAT WALL
My heart sank when I headed north from Yan Country 
To the camps of China echoing ith bugle and drum. 
...In an endless cold light of massive snow, 
Tall flags on three borders rise up like a dawn. 
War-torches invade the barbarian moonlight, 
Mountain-clouds like chairmen bear the Great Wall from the sea. 
...Though no youthful clerk meant to be a great general, 
I throw aside my writing-brush -- 
Like the student who tossed off cap for a lariat, 
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Li Qi
A FAREWELL TO WEI WAN
The travellers�� parting-song sounds in the dawn. 
Last night a first frost came over the river; 
And the crying of the wildgeese grieves my sad heart 
Bounded by a gloom of cloudy mountains.... 
Here in the Gate City, day will flush cold 
And washing-flails quicken by the gardens at twilight -- 
How long shall the capital content you, 
Where the months and the years so vainly go by? 



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Cui Shu
A CLIMB ON THE MOUNTAIN HOLIDAY 
TO THE TERRACE WHENCE ONE SEES THE MAGICIAN 
A POEM SENT TO VICE-PREFECT LU
The Han Emperor Wen bequeathed us this terrace 
Which I climb to watch the coming dawn. 
Cloudy peaks run northward in the three Jin districts, 
And rains are blowing westward through the two Ling valleys. 
...Who knows but me about the Guard at the Gate, 
Or where the Magician of the River Bank is, 
Or how to find that magistrate, that poet, 
Who was as fond as I am of chrysanthemums and winecups? 



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Li Bai
ON CLIMBING IN NANJING TO THE TERRACE 
OF PHOENIXES
Phoenixes that played here once, so that the place was named for them, 
Have abandoned it now to this desolate river; 
The paths of Wu Palace are crooked with weeds; 
The garments of Qin are ancient dust. 
...Like this green horizon halving the Three Peaks, 
Like this Island of White Egrets dividing the river, 
A cloud has arisen between the Light of Heaven and me, 
To hide his city from my melancholy heart. 



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Gao Shi
TO VICE-PREFECTS LI AND WANG DEGRADED AND 
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What are you thinking as we part from one another, 
Pulling in our horses for the stirrup-cups? 
Do these tear-streaks mean Wu Valley monkeys all weeping, 
Or wildgeese returning with news from Heng Mountain?.... 
On the river between green maples an autumn sail grows dim, 
There are only a few old trees by the wall of the White God City.... 
But the year is bound to freshen us with a dew of heavenly favour -- 
Take heart, we shall soon be together again! 



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Cen Can
AN EARLY AUDIENCE AT THE PALACE OF LIGHT 
HARMONIZING SECRETARY JIA ZHI��S POEM
Cock-crow, the Purple Road cold in the dawn; 
Linnet songs, court roofs tinted with April; 
At the Golden Gate morning bell, countless doors open, 
And up the jade steps float a thousand officials 
With flowery scabbards.... Stars have gone down; 
Willows are brushing the dew from the flags -- 
And, alone on the Lake of the Phoenix, a guest 
Is chanting too well The Song of Bright Spring. 



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Wang Wei
AN EARLY AUDIENCE AT THE PALACE OF LIGHT
HARMONIZING SECRETARY JIA ZHI POEM
The red-capped Cock-Man has just announced morning; 
The Keeper of the Robes brings Jade-Cloud Furs; 
Heaven��s nine doors reveal the palace and its courtyards; 
And the coats of many countries bow to the Pearl Crown. 
Sunshine has entered the giants�� carven palms; 
Incense wreathes the Dragon Robe: 
The audience adjourns-and the five-coloured edict 
Sets girdle-beads clinking toward the Lake of the Phoenix. 



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Wang Wei
LOOKING DOWN IN A SPRING-RAIN ON THE COURSE 
FROM FAIRY-MOUNTAIN PALACE TO THE PAVILION OF 
INCREASE HARMONIZING THE EMPEROR��S POEM
Round a turn of the Qin Fortress winds the Wei River, 
And Yellow Mountain foot-hills enclose the Court of China; 
Past the South Gate willows comes the Car of Many Bells 
On the upper Palace-Garden Road-a solid length of blossom; 
A Forbidden City roof holds two phoenixes in cloud; 
The foliage of spring shelters multitudes from rain; 
And now, when the heavens are propitious for action, 
Here is our Emperor ready-no wasteful wanderer. 



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Wang Wei
IN MY LODGE AT WANG CHUAN 
AFTER A LONG RAIN
The woods have stored the rain, and slow comes the smoke 
As rice is cooked on faggots and carried to the fields; 
Over the quiet marsh-land flies a white egret, 
And mango-birds are singing in the full summer trees.... 
I have learned to watch in peace the mountain morningglories, 
To eat split dewy sunflower-seeds under a bough of pine, 
To yield the post of honour to any boor at all.... 
Why should I frighten sea gulls, even with a thought? 



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Wang Wei
HARMONIZING A POEM BY PALACE-ATTENDANT GUO
High beyond the thick wall a tower shines with sunset 
Where peach and plum are blooming and the willowcotton flies. 
You have heard in your office the court-bell of twilight; 
Birds find perches, officials head for home. 
Your morning-jade will tinkle as you thread the golden palace; 
You will bring the word of Heaven from the closing gates at night. 
And I should serve there with you; but being full of years, 
I have taken off official robes and am resting from my troubles. 



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Du Fu
THE TEMPLE OF THE PREMIER OF SHU
Where is the temple of the famous Premier? -- 
In a deep pine grove near the City of Silk, 
With the green grass of spring colouring the steps, 
And birds chirping happily under the leaves. 
...The third summons weighted him with affairs of state 
And to two generations he gave his true heart, 
But before he could conquer, he was dead; 
And heroes have wept on their coats ever since. 



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Du Fu
A HEARTY WELCOME TO VICE-PREFECT CUI
North of me, south of me, spring is in flood, 
Day after day I have seen only gulls.... 
My path is full of petals -- I have swept it for no others. 
My thatch gate has been closed -- but opens now for you. 
It��s a long way to the market, I can offer you little -- 
Yet here in my cottage there is old wine for our cups. 
Shall we summon my elderly neighbour to join us, 
Call him through the fence, and pour the jar dry? 



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Du Fu
A VIEW OF THE WILDERNESS
Snow is white on the westward mountains and on three fortified towns, 
And waters in this southern lake flash on a long bridge. 
But wind and dust from sea to sea bar me from my brothers; 
And I cannot help crying, I am so far away. 
I have nothing to expect now but the ills of old age. 
I am of less use to my country than a grain of dust. 
I ride out to the edge of town. I watch on the horizon, 
Day after day, the chaos of the world. 



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BOTH SIDES OF THE YELLOW RIVER 
RECAPTURED BY THE IMPERIAL ARMY
News at this far western station! The north has been recaptured! 
At first I cannot check the tears from pouring on my coat -- 
Where is my wife? Where are my sons? 
Yet crazily sure of finding them, I pack my books and poems- - 
And loud my song and deep my drink 
On the green spring-day that starts me home, 
Back from this mountain, past another mountain, 
Up from the south, north again-to my own town! 



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A LONG CLIMB
In a sharp gale from the wide sky apes are whimpering, 
Birds are flying homeward over the clear lake and white sand, 
Leaves are dropping down like the spray of a waterfall, 
While I watch the long river always rolling on. 
I have come three thousand miles away. Sad now with autumn 
And with my hundred years of woe, I climb this height alone. 
Ill fortune has laid a bitter frost on my temples, 
Heart-ache and weariness are a thick dust in my wine. 



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FROM AN UPPER STORY
Flowers, as high as my window, hurt the heart of a wanderer 
For I see, from this high vantage, sadness everywhere. 
The Silken River, bright with spring, floats between earth and heaven 
Like a line of cloud by the Jade Peak, between ancient days and now. 
...Though the State is established for a while as firm as the North Star 
And bandits dare not venture from the western hills, 
Yet sorry in the twilight for the woes of a longvanished Emperor, 
I am singing the song his Premier sang when still unestranged from the mountain. 



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STAYING AT THE GENERAL��S HEADQUARTERS
The autumn night is clear and cold in the lakka-trees of this courtyard. 
I am lying forlorn in the river-town. I watch my guttering candle. 
I hear the lonely notes of a bugle sounding through the dark. 
The moon is in mid-heaven, but there��s no one to share it with me. 
My messengers are scattered by whirls of rain and sand. 
City-gates are closed to a traveller; mountains are walls in my way -- 
Yet, I who have borne ten years of pitiable existence, 
Find here a perch, a little branch, and am safe for this one night. 



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Du Fu
NIGHT IN THE WATCH-TOWER
While winter daylight shortens in the elemental scale 
And snow and frost whiten the cold-circling night, 
Stark sounds the fifth-watch with a challenge of drum and bugle. 
...The stars and the River of Heaven pulse over the three mountains; 
I hear women in the distance, wailing after the battle; 
I see barbarian fishermen and woodcutters in the dawn. 
...Sleeping-Dragon, Plunging-Horse, are no generals now, they are dust -- 
Hush for a moment, O tumult of the world. 



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Du Fu
POETIC THOUGHTS ON ANCIENT SITES I
Forlorn in the northeast among wind and dust, 
Drifting in the southwest between heaven and earth, 
Lingering for days and months in towers and terraces at the Three Gorges, 
Sharing clouds and mountains with the costumes of the Five Streams. 
The barbarian serving the ruler in the end was unreliable. 
The wandering poet lamenting the times had no chance to return. 
Yu Xin throughout his life was most miserable, 
In his waning years his poetry stirred the land of rivers and passes. 



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Du Fu
POETIC THOUGHTS ON ANCIENT SITES II
"Decay and decline": deep knowledge have I of Sung Yu��s grief. 
Romantic and refined, he too is my teacher. 
Sadly looking across a thousand autumns, one shower of tears, 
Melancholy in different epochs, not at the same time. 
Among rivers and mountains his old abode -- empty his writings; 
Deserted terrace of cloud and rain -- surely not just imagined in a dream? 
Utterly the palaces of Chu are all destroyed and ruined, 
The fishermen pointing them out today are unsure. 



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Du Fu
THOUGHTS OF OLD TIME III
Ten thousand ranges and valleys approach the Jing Gate 
And the village in which the Lady of Light was born and bred. 
She went out from the purple palace into the desertland; 
She has now become a green grave in the yellow dusk. 
Her face ! Can you picture a wind of the spring? 
Her spirit by moonlight returns with a tinkling 
Song of the Tartars on her jade guitar, 
Telling her eternal sorrow. 



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Du Fu
POETIC THOUGHTS ON ANCIENT SITES IV
The ruler of Shu had his eyes on Wu and progressed as far as the Three Gorges. 
In the year of his demise, too, he was in the Palace of Eternal Peace. 
The blue-green banners can be imagined on the empty mountain, 
The jade palace is a void in the deserted temple. 
In the pines of the ancient shrine aquatic cranes nest; 
At summer and winter festivals the comers are village elders. 
The Martial Marquis��s memorial shrine is ever nearby; 
In union, sovereign and minister share the sacrifices together. 



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THOUGHTS OF OLD TIME V
Zhuge��s prestige transcends the earth; 
There is only reverence for his face; 
Yet his will, among the Three Kingdoms at war, 
Was only as one feather against a flaming sky. 
He was brother of men like Yi and Lu 
And in time would have surpassed the greatest of all statesmen. 
Though he knew there was no hope for the House of Han, 
Yet he wielded his mind for it, yielded his life. 



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Liu Changquing
ON LEAVING GUIJIANG AGAIN TO XUE AND LIU
Dare I, at my age, accept my summons, 
Knowing of the world��s ways only wine and song?.... 
Over the moon-edged river come wildgeese from the Tartars; 
And the thinner the leaves along the Huai, the wider the southern mountains.... 
I ought to be glad to take my old bones back to the capital, 
But what am I good for in that world, with my few white hairs?.... 
As bent and decrepit as you are, I am ashamed to thank you, 
When you caution me that I may encounter thunderbolts. 



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Liu Changqing
ON PASSING JIA YI��S HOUSE IN CHANGSHA
Here, where you spent your three years�� exile, 
To be mourned in Chu ten thousand years, 
Can I trace your footprint in the autumn grass -- 
Or only slanting sunlight through the bleak woods? 
If even good Emperor Wen was cold-hearted, 
Could you hope that the dull river Xiang would understand you, 
These desolate waters, these taciturn mountains, 
When you came, like me, so far away? 



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Liu Changqing
AN EVENING VIEW OF THE CITY OF YOUZHOU AFTER 
COMING FROM HANKOU TO PARROT ISLAND A POEM SENT 
TO MY FRIEND GOVERNOR YUAN
No ripples in the river, no mist on the islands, 
Yet the landscape is blurred toward my friend in Chu.... 
Birds in the slanting sun cross Hankou, 
And the autumn sky mingles with Lake Dongting. 
...From a bleak mountain wall the cold tone of a bugle 
Reminds me, moored by a ruined fort, 
That Jia Yi��s loyal plea to the House of Han 
Banned him to Changsha, to be an exile. 



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Qian Qi
TO MY FRIEND AT THE CAPITAL SECRETARY PEI
Finches flash yellow through the Imperial Grove 
Of the Forbidden City, pale with spring dawn; 
Flowers muffle a bell in the Palace of Bliss 
And rain has deepened the Dragon Lake willows; 
But spring is no help to a man bewildered, 
Who would be like a cloud upholding the Light of Heaven, 
Yet whose poems, ten years refused, are shaming 
These white hairs held by the petalled pin. 



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Wei Yingwu
TO MY FRIENDS LI DAN AND YUANXI
We met last among flowers, among flowers we parted, 
And here, a year later, there are flowers again; 
But, with ways of the world too strange to foretell, 
Spring only brings me grief and fatigue. 
I am sick, and I think of my home in the country- 
Ashamed to take pay while so many are idle. 
...In my western tower, because of your promise, 
I have watched the full moons come and go. 



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Han Hong
INSCRIBED IN THE TEMPLE OF THE WANDERING GENIE
I face, high over this enchanted lodge, the Court of the Five Cities of Heaven, 
And I see a countryside blue and still, after the long rain. 
The distant peaks and trees of Qin merge into twilight, 
And Had Palace washing-stones make their autumnal echoes. 
Thin pine-shadows brush the outdoor pulpit, 
And grasses blow their fragrance into my little cave. 
...Who need be craving a world beyond this one? 
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Huangfu Ran
SPRING THOUGHTS
Finch-notes and swallow-notes tell the new year.... 
But so far are the Town of the Horse and the Dragon Mound 
From this our house, from these walls and Han Gardens, 
That the moon takes my heart to the Tartar sky. 
I have woven in the frame endless words of my grieving.... 
Yet this petal-bough is smiling now on my lonely sleep. 
Oh, ask General Dou when his flags will come home 
And his triumph be carved on the rock of Yanran mountain! 



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Lu Lun
A NIGHT-MOORING AT WUCHANG
Far off in the clouds stand the walls of Hanyang, 
Another day��s journey for my lone sail.... 
Though a river-merchant ought to sleep in this calm weather, 
I listen to the tide at night and voices of the boatmen. 
...My thin hair grows wintry, like the triple Xiang streams, 
Three thousand miles my heart goes, homesick with the moon; 
But the war has left me nothing of my heritage -- 
And oh, the pang of hearing these drums along the river! 



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Liu Zongyuan
FROM THE CITY-TOWER OF LIUZHOU 
TO MY FOUR FELLOW-OFFICIALS AT ZHANG, 
DING, FENG, AND LIAN DISTRICTS
At this lofty tower where the town ends, wilderness begins; 
And our longing has as far to go as the ocean or the sky.... 
Hibiscus-flowers by the moat heave in a sudden wind, 
And vines along the wall are whipped with slanting rain. 
Nothing to see for three hundred miles but a blur of woods and mountain -- 
And the river��s nine loops, twisting in our bowels.... 
This is where they have sent us, this land of tattooed people -- 
And not even letters, to keep us in touch with home. 



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Liu Yuxi
THOUGHTS OF OLD TIME AT WEST FORT MOUNTAIN
Since Wang Jun brought his towering ships down from Yizhou, 
The royal ghost has pined in the city of Nanjing. 
Ten thousand feet of iron chain were sunk here to the bottom -- 
And then came the flag of surrender on the Wall of Stone.... 
Cycles of change have moved into the past, 
While still this mountain dignity has commanded the cold river; 
And now comes the day of the Chinese world united, 
And the old forts fill with ruin and with autumn reeds. 



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Yuan Zhen
AN ELEGY I
O youngest, best-loved daughter of Xie, 
Who unluckily married this penniless scholar, 
You patched my clothes from your own wicker basket, 
And I coaxed off your hairpins of gold, to buy wine with; 
For dinner we had to pick wild herbs -- 
And to use dry locust-leaves for our kindling. 
...Today they are paying me a hundred thousand -- 
And all that I can bring to you is a temple sacrifice. 



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Yuan Zhen
AN ElEGY II
We joked, long ago, about one of us dying, 
But suddenly, before my eyes, you are gone. 
Almost all your clothes have been given away; 
Your needlework is sealed, I dare not look at it.... 
I continue your bounty to our men and our maids -- 
Sometimes, in a dream, I bring you gifts. 
...This is a sorrow that all mankind must know -- 
But not as those know it who have been poor together. 



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Yuan Zhen
AN ELEGY III
I sit here alone, mourning for us both. 
How many years do I lack now of my threescore and ten? 
There have been better men than I to whom heaven denied a son, 
There was a poet better than I whose dead wife could not hear him. 
What have I to hope for in the darkness of our tomb? 
You and I had little faith in a meeting after death- 
Yet my open eyes can see all night 
That lifelong trouble of your brow. 



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Bai Juyi
TO MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS ADRIFT 
IN TROUBLED TIMES THIS POEM OF THE MOON 
Since the disorders in Henan and the famine in Guannei, my brothers and sisters have been scattered. Looking at the moon, I express my thoughts in this poem, which I send to my eldest brother at Fuliang, my seventh brother at Yuqian, My fifteen brother at Wujiang and my younger brothers and sisters at Fuli and Xiagui.

My heritage lost through disorder and famine, 
My brothers and sisters flung eastward and westward, 
My fields and gardens wrecked by the war, 
My own flesh and blood become scum of the street, 
I moan to my shadow like a lone-wandering wildgoose, 
I am torn from my root like a water-plant in autumn: 
I gaze at the moon, and my tears run down 
For hearts, in five places, all sick with one wish. 



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Li Shangyin
THE INLAID HARP
I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, 
Each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth. 
...The sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, 
The spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo, 
Mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, 
Blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun.... 
And a moment that ought to have lasted for ever 
Has come and gone before I knew. 



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Li Shangyin
TO ONE UNNAMED
The stars of last night and the wind of last night 
Are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall. 
...Though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright- coloured phoenix, 
Yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn. 
Across the spring-wine, while it warms me, I prompt you how to bet 
Where, group by group, we are throwing dice in the light of a crimson lamp; 
Till the rolling of a drum, alas, calls me to my duties 
And I mount my horse and ride away, like a water-plant cut adrift. 



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Li Shangyin
THE PALACE OF THE SUI EMPEROR
His Palace of Purple Spring has been taken by mist and cloud, 
As he would have taken all Yangzhou to be his private domain 
But for the seal of imperial jade being seized by the first Tang Emperor, 
He would have bounded with his silken sails the limits of the world. 
Fire-flies are gone now, have left the weathered grasses, 
But still among the weeping-willows crows perch at twilight. 
...If he meets, there underground, the Later Chen Emperor, 
Do you think that they will mention a Song of Courtyard Flowers? 



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Li Shangyin
TO ONE UNNAMED I
You said you would come, but you did not, and you left me with no other trace 
Than the moonlight on your tower at the fifth-watch bell. 
I cry for you forever gone, I cannot waken yet, 
I try to read your hurried note, I find the ink too pale. 
...Blue burns your candle in its kingfisher-feather lantern 
And a sweet breath steals from your hibiscus-broidered curtain. 
But far beyond my reach is the Enchanted Mountain, 
And you are on the other side, ten thousand peaks away. 



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Li Shangyin
TO ONE UNNAMED II
A misty rain comes blowing with a wind from the east, 
And wheels faintly thunder beyond Hibiscus Pool. 
...Round the golden-toad lock, incense is creeping; 
The jade tiger tells, on its cord, of water being drawn 
A great lady once, from behind a screen, favoured a poor youth; 
A fairy queen brought a bridal mat once for the ease of a prince and then vanished. 
...Must human hearts blossom in spring, like all other flowers? 
And of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes? 



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Li Shangyin
IN THE CAMP OF THE SKETCHING BRUSH
Monkeys and birds are still alert for your orders 
And winds and clouds eager to shield your fortress. 
...You were master of the brush, and a sagacious general, 
But your Emperor, defeated, rode the prison-cart. 
You were abler than even the greatest Zhou statesmen, 
Yet less fortunate than the two Shu generals who were killed in action. 
And, though at your birth-place a temple has been built to you, 
You never finished singing your Song of the Holy Mountain 



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Li Shangyin
TO ONE UNNAMED III
Time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, 
And the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone, 
And the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die 
And every night the candles will weep their wicks away. 
Mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, 
Yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song. 
...It is not so very far to her Enchanted Mountain 
O blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says! 



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Li Shangyin
SPRING RAIN
I am lying in a white-lined coat while the spring approaches, 
But am thinking only of the White Gate City where I cannot be. 
...There are two red chambers fronting the cold, hidden by the rain, 
And a lantern on a pearl screen swaying my lone heart homeward. 
...The long road ahead will be full of new hardship, 
With, late in the nights, brief intervals of dream. 
Oh, to send you this message, this pair of jade earrings! -- 
I watch a lonely wildgoose in three thousand miles of cloud. 



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Li Shangyin
TO ONE UNNAMED IV
A faint phoenix-tail gauze, fragrant and doubled, 
Lines your green canopy, closed for the night.... 
Will your shy face peer round a moon-shaped fan, 
And your voice be heard hushing the rattle of my carriage? 
It is quiet and quiet where your gold lamp dies, 
How far can a pomegranate-blossom whisper? 
...I will tether my horse to a river willow 
And wait for the will of the southwest wind. 



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Li Shangyin
TO ONE UNNAMED V
There are many curtains in your care-free house, 
Where rapture lasts the whole night long. 
...What are the lives of angels but dreams 
If they take no lovers into their rooms? 
...Storms are ravishing the nut-horns, 
Moon- dew sweetening cinnamon-leaves 
I know well enough naught can come of this union, 
Yet how it serves to ease my heart! 



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Wen Tingyun
NEAR THE LIZHOU FERRY
The sun has set in the water��s clear void, 
And little blue islands are one with the sky. 
On the bank a horse neighs. A boat goes by. 
People gather at a willow- clump and wait for the ferry. 
Down by the sand-bushes sea-gulls are circling, 
Over the wide river-lands flies an egret. 
...Can you guess why I sail, like an ancient wise lover, 
Through the misty Five Lakes, forgetting words? 



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Wen Tingyun
THE TEMPLE OF SU WU
Though our envoy, Su Wu, is gone, body and soul, 
This temple survives, these trees endure.... 
Wildgeese through the clouds are still calling to the moon there 
And hill-sheep unshepherded graze along the border. 
...Returning, he found his country changed 
Since with youthful cap and sword he had left it. 
His bitter adventures had won him no title.... 
Autumn-waves endlessly sob in the river. 



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Xue Feng
A PALACE POEM
In twelve chambers the ladies, decked for the day, 
Peer afar for their lord from their Fairy-View Lodge; 
The golden toad guards the lock on the door-chain, 
And the bronze-dragon water-clock drips through the morning 
Till one of them, tilting a mirror, combs her cloud of hair 
And chooses new scent and a change of silk raiment; 
For she sees, between screen-panels, deep in the palace, 
Eunuchs in court-dress preparing a bed. 



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Qin Taoyu
A POOR GIRL
Living under a thatch roof, never wearing fragrant silk, 
She longs to arrange a marriage, but how could she dare? 
Who would know her simple face the loveliest of them all 
When we choose for worldliness, not for worth? 
Her fingers embroider beyond compare, 
But she cannot vie with painted brows; 
And year after year she has sewn gold thread 
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BEYOND SEEING
A girl of the Lu clan who lives in Golden-Wood Hall, 
Where swallows perch in pairs on beams of tortoiseshell, 
Hears the washing-mallets�� cold beat shake the leaves down. 
...The Liaoyang expedition will be gone ten years, 
And messages are lost in the White Wolf River. 
...Here in the City of the Red Phoenix autumn nights are long, 
Where one who is heart-sick to see beyond seeing, 
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Wang Wei
DEER-PARK HERMITAGE
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain.... 
And yet I think I hear a voice, 
Where sunlight, entering a grove, 
Shines back to me from the green moss. 



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Wang Wei
IN A RETREAT AMONG BAMBOOS
Leaning alone in the close bamboos, 
I am playing my lute and humming a song 
Too softly for anyone to hear -- 
Except my comrade, the bright moon. 



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Wang Wei
A PARTING
Friend, I have watched you down the mountain 
Till now in the dark I close my thatch door.... 
Grasses return again green in the spring, 
But O my Prince of Friends, do you? 



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Wang Wei
ONE-HEARTED
When those red berries come in springtime, 
Flushing on your southland branches, 
Take home an armful, for my sake, 
As a symbol of our love. 



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Wang Wei
LINES
You who have come from my old country, 
Tell me what has happened there ! -- 
Was the plum, when you passed my silken window, 
Opening its first cold blossom? 



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Pei Di
A FAREWELL TO CUI
Though you think to return to this maze of mountains, 
Oh, let them brim your heart with wonder!.... 
Remember the fisherman from Wuling 
Who had only a day in the Peach-Blossom Country. 



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Zu Young
ON SEEING THE SNOW-PEAK OF ZHONGNAN
See how Zhongnan Mountain soars 
With its white top over floating clouds -- 
And a warm sky opening at the snow-line 
While the town in the valley grows colder and colder. 



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Meng Haoran
A NIGHT-MOORING ON THE JIANDE RIVER
While my little boat moves on its mooring of mist, 
And daylight wanes, old memories begin.... 
How wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven, 
And how clear in the water the nearness of the moon! 



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Meng Haoran
A SPRING MORNING
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, 
Everywhere round me the singing of birds -- 
But now I remember the night, the storm, 
And I wonder how many blossoms were broken. 



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Li Bai
IN THE QUIET NIGHT
So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed -- 
Could there have been a frost already? 
Lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight. 
Sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home. 



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Li Bai
A BITTER LOVE
How beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement, 
And how quiet she leans, and how troubled her brow is! 
You may see the tears now, bright on her cheek, 
But not the man she so bitterly loves. 



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Du Fu
THE EIGHT-SIDED FORTRESS
The Three Kingdoms, divided, have been bound by his greatness. 
The Eight-Sided Fortress is founded on his fame; 
Beside the changing river, it stands stony as his grief 
That he never conquered the Kingdom of Wu. 



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Wang Zhihuan
AT HERON LODGE
Mountains cover the white sun, 
And oceans drain the golden river; 
But you widen your view three hundred miles 
By going up one flight of stairs. 



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Liu Changqing
ON PARTING WITH THE BUDDHIST PILGRIM LING CHE
From the temple, deep in its tender bamboos, 
Comes the low sound of an evening bell, 
While the hat of a pilgrim carries the sunset 
Farther and farther down the green mountain. 



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Liu Changqing
ON HEARING A LUTE-PLAYER
Your seven strings are like the voice 
Of a cold wind in the pines, 
Singing old beloved songs 
Which no one cares for any more. 



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Liu Changqing
FAREWELL TO A BUDDHIST MONK
Can drifting clouds and white storks 
Be tenants in this world of ours? -- 
Or you still live on Wuzhou Mountain, 
Now that people are coming here? 



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Wei Yingwu
AN AUTUMN NIGHT MESSAGE TO QIU
As I walk in the cool of the autumn night, 
Thinking of you, singing my poem, 
I hear a mountain pine-cone fall.... 
You also seem to be awake. 



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Li Duan
ON HEARING HER PLAY THE HARP
Her hands of white jade by a window of snow 
Are glimmering on a golden-fretted harp -- 
And to draw the quick eye of Chou Yu, 
She touches a wrong note now and then. 



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Wang Jian
A BRIDE
On the third day, taking my place to cook, 
Washing my hands to make the bridal soup, 
I decide that not my mother-in-law 
But my husband��s young sister shall have the fiat taste. 



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Quan Deyu
THE JADE DRESSING-TABLE
Last night my girdle came undone, 
And this morning a luck-beetle flew over my bed. 
So here are my paints and here are my powders -- 
And a welcome for my yoke again. 



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Liu Zongyuan
RIVER-SNOW
A hundred mountains and no bird, 
A thousand paths without a footprint; 
A little boat, a bamboo cloak, 
An old man fishing in the cold river-snow. 



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Yuan Zhen
THE SUMMER PALACE
In the faded old imperial palace, 
Peonies are red, but no one comes to see them.... 
The ladies-in-waiting have grown white-haired 
Debating the pomps of Emperor Xuanzong. 



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Bai Juyi
A SUGGESTION TO MY FRIEND LIU
There��s a gleam of green in an old bottle, 
There��s a stir of red in the quiet stove, 
There��s a feeling of snow in the dusk outside -- 
What about a cup of wine inside? 



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Zhang Hu
SHE SINGS AN OLD SONG
A lady of the palace these twenty years, 
She has lived here a thousand miles from her home- 
Yet ask her for this song and, with the first few words of it, 
See how she tries to hold back her tears. 



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Li Shangyin
THE LEYOU TOMBS
With twilight shadows in my heart 
I have driven up among the Leyou Tombs 
To see the sun, for all his glory, 
Buried by the coming night. 



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Jia Dao
A NOTE LEFT FOR AN ABSENT ECLUSE
When I questioned your pupil, under a pine-tree, 
"My teacher," he answered, " went for herbs, 
But toward which corner of the mountain, 
How can I tell, through all these clouds ?" 



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Li Pin
CROSSING THE HAN RIVER
Away from home, I was longing for news 
Winter after winter, spring after spring. 
Now, nearing my village, meeting people, 
I dare not ask a single question. 



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Jin Changzu
A SPRING SIGH
Drive the orioles away, 
All their music from the trees.... 
When she dreamed that she went to Liaoxi Camp 
To join him there, they wakened her 



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Xibiren
GENERAL GE SHU
This constellation, with its seven high stars, 
Is Ge Shu lifting his sword in the night: 
And no more barbarians, nor their horses, nor cattle, 
Dare ford the river boundary.


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Cui Hao
A SONG OF CHANGGAN I
"Tell me, where do you live? -- 
Near here, by the fishing-pool? 
Let��s hold our boats together, let��s see 
If we belong in the same town." 



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Cui Hao
A SONG OF CHANGGAN II
"Yes, I live here, by the river; 
I have sailed on it many and many a time. 
Both of us born in Changgan, you and I! 
Why haven��t we always known each other?" 



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Li Bai
A SIGH FROM A STAIRCASE OF JADE
Her jade-white staircase is cold with dew; 
Her silk soles are wet, she lingered there so long.... 
Behind her closed casement, why is she still waiting, 
Watching through its crystal pane the glow of the autumn moon? 



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He Zhizhang
COMING HOME
I left home young. I return old; 
Speaking as then, but with hair grown thin; 
And my children, meeting me, do not know me. 
They smile and say: "Stranger, where do you come from?" 



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Zhang Xu
PEACH-BLOSSOM RIVER
A bridge flies away through a wild mist, 
Yet here are the rocks and the fisherman��s boat. 
Oh, if only this river of floating peach-petals 
Might lead me at last to the mythical cave! 



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Wang Wei
ON THE MOUNTAIN HOLIDAY 
THINKING OF MY BROTHERS IN SHANDONG
All alone in a foreign land, 
I am twice as homesick on this day 
When brothers carry dogwood up the mountain, 
Each of them a branch-and my branch missing. 



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Wang Changling
AT HIBISCUS INN 
PARTING WITH XIN JIAN
With this cold night-rain hiding the river, you have come into Wu. 
In the level dawn, all alone, you will be starting for the mountains of Chu. 
Answer, if they ask of me at Loyang: 
"One-hearted as ice in a crystal vase." 



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Wang Changling
IN HER QUIET WINDOW
Too young to have learned what sorrow means, 
Attired for spring, she climbs to her high chamber.... 
The new green of the street-willows is wounding her heart -- 
Just for a title she sent him to war. 



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Wang Changling
A SONG OF THE SPRING PALACE
Last night, while a gust blew peach-petals open 
And the moon shone high on the Palace Beyond Time, 
The Emperor gave Pingyang, for her dancing, 
Brocades against the cold spring-wind. 



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Wang Han
A SONG OF LIANGZHOU
They sing, they drain their cups of jade, 
They strum on horseback their guitars. 
...Why laugh when they fall asleep drunk on the sand ? -- 
How many soldiers ever come home? 



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Li Bai
A FAREWELL TO MENG HAORAN 
ON HIS WAY TO YANGZHOU
You have left me behind, old friend, at the Yellow Crane Terrace, 
On your way to visit Yangzhou in the misty month of flowers; 
Your sail, a single shadow, becomes one with the blue sky, 
Till now I see only the river, on its way to heaven. 



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Li Bai
THROUGH THE YANGZI GORGES
From the walls of Baidi high in the coloured dawn 
To Jiangling by night-fall is three hundred miles, 
Yet monkeys are still calling on both banks behind me 
To my boat these ten thousand mountains away. 



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Cen Can
ON MEETING A MESSENGER TO THE CAPITAL
It��s a long way home, a long way east. 
I am old and my sleeve is wet with tears. 
We meet on horseback. I have no means of writing. 
Tell them three words: "He is safe." 



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Du Fu
ON MEETING LI GUINIAN DOWN THE RIVER
I met you often when you were visiting princes 
And when you were playing in noblemen��s halls. 
...Spring passes.... Far down the river now, 
I find you alone under falling petals. 



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Wei Yingwu
AT CHUZHOU ON THE WESTERN STREAM
Where tender grasses rim the stream 
And deep boughs trill with mango-birds, 
On the spring flood of last night��s rain 
The ferry-boat moves as though someone were poling. 



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Zhang Ji
A NIGHT-MOORING NEAR MAPLE BRIDGE
While I watch the moon go down, a crow caws through the frost; 
Under the shadows of maple-trees a fisherman moves with his torch; 
And I hear, from beyond Suzhou, from the temple on Cold Mountain, 
Ringing for me, here in my boat, the midnight bell. 



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Han Hong
AFTER THE DAY OF NO FIRE
Petals of spring fly all through the city 
From the wind in the willows of the Imperial River. 
And at dusk, from the palace, candles are given out 
To light first the mansions of the Five Great Lords. 



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Liu Fangping
A MOONLIGHT NIGHT
When the moon has coloured half the house, 
With the North Star at its height and the South Star setting, 
I can fed the first motions of the warm air of spring 
In the singing of an insect at my green-silk window. 



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Liu Fangping
SPRING HEART-BREAK
With twilight passing her silken window, 
She weeps alone in her chamber of gold 
For spring is departing from a desolate garden, 
And a drift of pear-petals is closing a door. 



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Liu Zhongyong
A TROOPER��S BURDEN
For years, to guard the Jade Pass and the River of Gold, 
With our hands on our horse-whips and our swordhilts, 
We have watched the green graves change to snow 
And the Yellow Stream ring the Black Mountain forever. 



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Gu Kuang
A PALACE POEM
High above, from a jade chamber, songs float half-way to heaven, 
The palace-girls�� gay voices are mingled with the wind -- 
But now they are still, and you hear a water-clock drip in the Court of the Moon.... 
They have opened the curtain wide, they are facing the River of Stars. 



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Li Yi
ON HEARING A FLUTE AT NIGHT 
FROM THE WALL OF SHOUXIANG 
The sand below the border-mountain lies like snow, 
And the moon like frost beyond the city-wall, 
And someone somewhere, playing a flute, 
Has made the soldiers homesick all night long. 



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Liu Yuxi
BLACKTAIL ROW
Grass has run wild now by the Bridge of Red-Birds; 
And swallows�� wings, at sunset, in Blacktail Row 
Where once they visited great homes, 
Dip among doorways of the poor. 



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Liu Yuxi
A SPRING SONG
In gala robes she comes down from her chamber 
Into her courtyard, enclosure of spring.... 
When she tries from the centre to count the flowers, 
On her hairpin of jade a dragon-fly poises. 



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Bai Juyi
A SONG OF THE PALACE
Her tears are spent, but no dreams come. 
She can hear the others singing through the night. 
She has lost his love. Alone with her beauty, 
She leans till dawn on her incense-pillow. 



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Zhang Hu
OF ONE IN THE FORBIDDEN CITY
When the moonlight, reaching a tree by the gate, 
Shows her a quiet bird on its nest, 
She removes her jade hairpins and sits in the shadow 
And puts out a flame where a moth was flying. 



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Zhang Hu
ON THE TERRACE OF ASSEMBLED ANGELS I
The sun has gone slanting over a lordly roof 
And red-blossoming branches have leaned toward the dew 
Since the Emperor last night summoned a new favourite 
And Lady Yang��s bright smile came through the curtains. 



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Zhang Hu
ON THE TERRACE OF ASSEMBLED ANGELS II
The Emperor has sent for Lady Guoguo. 
In the morning, riding toward the palace-gate, 
Disdainful of the paint that might have marred her beauty, 
To meet him she smooths her two moth-tiny eyebrows. 



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Zhang Hu
AT NANJING FERRY
This one-story inn at Nanjing ferry 
Is a miserable lodging-place for the night -- 
But across the dead moon��s ebbing tide, 
Lights from Guazhou beckon on the river. 



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Zhu Qingyu
A SONG OF THE PALACE
Now that the palace-gate has softly closed on its flowers, 
Ladies file out to their pavilion of jade, 
Abrim to the lips with imperial gossip 
But not daring to breathe it with a parrot among them. 



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Zhu Qingyu
ON THE EVE OF GOVERNMENT EXAMINATIONS 
TO SECRETARY ZHANG 
Out go the great red wedding-chamber candles. 
Tomorrow in state the bride faces your parents. 
She has finished preparing; she asks of you meekly 
Whether her eyebrows are painted in fashion. 



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Du Mu
I CLIMB TO THE LEYOU TOMBS 
BEFORE LEAVING FOR WUXING
Even in this good reign, how can I serve? 
The lone cloud rather, the Buddhist peace.... 
Once more, before crossing river and sea, 
I face the great Emperor��s mountain-tomb. 



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Du Mu
BY THE PURPLE CLIFF
On a part of a spear still unrusted in the sand 
I have burnished the symbol of an ancient kingdom.... 
Except for a wind aiding General Zhou Yu, 
Spring would have sealed both Qiao girls in CopperBird Palace. 



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Du Mu
A MOORING ON THE QIN HUAI RIVER
Mist veils the cold stream, and moonlight the sand, 
As I moor in the shadow of a river-tavern, 
Where girls, with no thought of a perished kingdom, 
Gaily echo A Song of Courtyard Flowers. 



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Du Mu
A MESSAGE TO HAN CHO THE YANGZHOU MAGISTRATE
There are faint green mountains and far green waters, 
And grasses in this river region not yet faded by autumn; 
And clear in the moon on the Twenty-Four Bridges, 
Girls white as jade are teaching flute-music. 



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Du Mu
A CONFESSION
With my wine-bottle, watching by river and lake 
For a lady so tiny as to dance on my palm, 
I awake, after dreaming ten years in Yangzhou, 
Known as fickle, even in the Street of Blue Houses. 



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Du Mu
IN THE AUTUMN NIGHT
Her candle-light is silvery on her chill bright screen. 
Her little silk fan is for fireflies.... 
She lies watching her staircase cold in the moon, 
And two stars parted by the River of Heaven. 



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Du Mu
PARTING I
She is slim and supple and not yet fourteen, 
The young spring-tip of a cardamon-spray. 
On the Yangzhou Road for three miles in the breeze 
Every pearl-screen is open. But there��s no one like her. 



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Du Mu
Parting II
How can a deep love seem deep love, 
How can it smile, at a farewell feast? 
Even the candle, feeling our sadness, 
Weeps, as we do, all night long. 



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Wang Wei
A SONG AT WEICHENG
A morning-rain has settled the dust in Weicheng; 
Willows are green again in the tavern dooryard.... 
Wait till we empty one more cup -- 
West of Yang Gate there��ll be no old friends. 



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Wang Wei
A SONG OF AN AUTUMN NIGHT
Under the crescent moon a light autumn dew 
Has chilled the robe she will not change -- 
And she touches a silver lute all night, 
Afraid to go back to her empty room. 



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Wang Changling
A SIGH IN THE COURT OF PERPETUAL FAITH
She brings a broom at dawn to the Golden Palace doorway 
And dusts the hall from end to end with her round fan, 
And, for all her jade-whiteness, she envies a crow 
Whose cold wings are kindled in the Court of the Bright Sun. 



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Wang Changling
OVER THE BORDER
The moon goes back to the time of Qin, the wall to the time of Han, 
And the road our troops are travelling goes back three hundred miles.... 
Oh, for the Winged General at the Dragon City -- 
That never a Tartar horseman might cross the Yin Mountains! 



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Folk-song-styled-verse
Wang Zhihuan
BEYOND THE BORDER
Where a yellow river climbs to the white clouds, 
Near the one city-wall among ten-thousand-foot mountains, 
A Tartar under the willows is lamenting on his flute 
That spring never blows to him through the Jade Pass 



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Li Bai
A SONG OF PURE HAPPINESS I
Her robe is a cloud, her face a flower; 
Her balcony, glimmering with the bright spring dew, 
Is either the tip of earth��s Jade Mountain 
Or a moon- edged roof of paradise. 



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Li Bai
A SONG OF PURE HAPPINESS II
There��s a perfume stealing moist from a shaft of red blossom, 
And a mist, through the heart, from the magical Hill of Wu- - 
The palaces of China have never known such beauty- 
Not even Flying Swallow with all her glittering garments. 



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Li Bai
A SONG OF PURE HAPPINESS III 
Lovely now together, his lady and his flowers 
Lighten for ever the Emperor��s eye, 
As he listens to the sighing of the far spring wind 
Where she leans on a railing in the Aloe Pavilion. 



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Du Qiuniang
THE GOLD-THREADED ROBE
Covet not a gold-threaded robe, 
Cherish only your young days! 
If a bud open, gather it -- 
Lest you but wait for an empty bough.


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