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Spring Visit – Bai Juyi

Remnants of sun ribbon the river– half and half, black river red. Third night, ninth month lovely hour; pearled dew, bent bow moon. Advertisements

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A Foresaken Garden – Bai Juyi

I enter the court Through the middle gate— And my sleeve is wet with tears. The flowers still grow In the courtyard, Though two springs have fled Since last their master came. The windows, porch, and bamboo screen Are just … 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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The Philosopher – Bai Juyi

“Those who speak know nothing; Those who know are silent.” These words, as I am told, Were spoken by Lao Tzu. If we are to believe that Lao Ttzu Was himself one who knew, How comes it that he wrote … Continue reading

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Song Of The Palace – Bai Juyi

Tears utmost gauze cloth dream not succeed Night deep before palace press song sound Red cheek not old favour first cut Slant lean on smoke cover sit arrive brightness Her handkerchief all soaked in tears, she cannot dream, In deepest … Continue reading

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Night Snow – Bai Juyi

Startled at the cold stiffness of my pillow, I see that the window is a sheet of pure white. Deep in the night, the weight of snow increases Until I hear bamboo snapping in the darkness.

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Justice – Archie Greenidge

Justice, justice, justice! Where art thou? ye Stewarth? Justice is the very warmth of an inn, When interred from the bitter slippery, frosty storm. Justice is the norm. It’s illusive to the door, like a very fastened door, Cannot be … Continue reading

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