Tag Archives: Chinese Poet

Morning Rain – Du Fu

A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light. I hear it among treetop leaves before mist Arrives. Soon it sprinkles the soil and, Windblown, follows clouds away. Deepened Colors grace thatch homes for a moment. Flocks and herds of things … Continue reading

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Restless Night – Du Fu

As bamboo chill drifts into the bedroom, Moonlight fills every corner of our Garden. Heavy dew beads and trickles. Stars suddenly there, sparse, next aren’t. Fireflies in dark flight flash. Waking Waterbirds begin calling, one to another. All things caught … Continue reading

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After Lunch – Bai Juyi

After eating lunch, I feel so sleepy. Waking later, I sip two bowls of tea, then notice shadows aslant, the sun already low in the southwest again. Joyful people resent fleeting days. Sad ones can’t bear the slow yers. It’s … Continue reading

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Poem – To Govern

To govern simply by statute and to maintain order by means of penalties is to render the people evasive and devoid of a sense of shame.

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Poem – The Master Said

The Master said, ‘It is by the Odes that the mind is aroused.’ It is by the Rules of Propriety that the character is established. ‘It is from Music that the finish is received.’ The Master said, ‘The people may … Continue reading

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Poem – The King Goes To War

The wild geese fly the bushy oaks around, With clamor loud. Suh-suh their wings resound, As for their feet poor resting-place is found. The King’s affairs admit of no delay. Our millet still unsown, we haste away. No food is … Continue reading

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Poem – Lament For Three Brothers

They flit about, the yellow birds, And rest upon the jujubes find. Who buried were in duke Muh’s grave, Alive to awful death consigned? ‘Mong brothers three, who met that fate, ‘Twas sad the first, Yen-seih to see. He stood … Continue reading

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