Daily Archives: October 9, 2017

Poem – To Bi Siyao

Once stately figures in the art of rhyme, Now sadly down at heels, our careers in ruin, Regarded by our servants with disdain, We are grown old and gray before our time. Yet in your joyful, carefree company, The most … Continue reading

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Poem – Thoughts Of Li Po From The World’s End

Here at the world’s end the cold winds are beginning to blow. What messages have you for me, my master? When will the poor wandering goose arrive? The rivers and lakes are swollen with autumn’s waters. Art detests a too … Continue reading

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Poem – Twenty-Two Rhymes To Left-Prime-Minister Wei

Boys in fancy clothes never starve, but Confucian scholars often find their lives in ruin. Please listen to my explanation, Sir, I, your humble student, ask permission to state my case. When I was a younger Du Fu I was … Continue reading

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Poem – Alone, Looking For Blossoms Along The River

The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain — I’ve gone half crazy. I look up our southern neighbor. But my friend in wine Gone ten days drinking. I find only an empty bed. A thick frenzy of … Continue reading

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I Do Not Care About Social Norms – Mirabai

I will fasten the bells of his love to my feet And dance in front of Girdhar. Dancing and dancing I will please his eyes; My love is an ancient one. My love is the only truth. I do not … Continue reading

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No One Knows My Invisible Life – Mirabai

No one knows my invisible life. Pain and madness for Rama. Our wedding bed is high up in the gallows. Meet him? If the dark healer comes, we’ll negotiate the hurt. I love the man who takes care of cows. … Continue reading

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Strange Are The Decrees Of Fate – Mirabai

Strange are the decrees of fate. Behold the large eyes of the deer! Yet he is forced to roam the forests. The harsh crane has brilliant plumage, While the sweet-voiced cuckoo is black. The rivers flow in pure streams, But … Continue reading

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