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Some Chinese Tang poems - mainly fragments. - Tormod Kinnes
Zhang Jiuling's THOUGHTS 1A sole swan from the sea flies,No clothes invite pointing fingers - High climbers roam the limitless sky.
Zhang Jiuling - ORCHID AND ORANGE 1Will you think that a forest-hermit,Well content with beauty, Would be inferior to a flowering orchid?
Zhang Jiuling - THOUGHTS 3The hermit in his lone abodeNurses his thoughts cleansed of care. Only vain and ill people are not moved by sincerity, And prayer is for keeping sincerity too.
With Li Bai - DOWN THE EMBLA MOUNTAIN TO THE KIND PILLOW AND BOWLDown the mountain in the evening,Moonlight my homeward escort. I was passing a farm-house of a friend, When children called - Vines that gladly caught and held my clothes.
Drink with my friend the wind in the pines;
With Li Bai - THINKING ALONG WITH THE MOONThe moon was unable to drinkAnd for a while I had this friend. To cheer me I sang. The moon encouraged me so. We were such companions, the moon and I.
With Li Bai - SWEET SPRINGI have prepared for returning home,My heart is almost broken. But not by the silk on my bed.
With Du Fu - FLYING HOMEThe Great Tweak was stirred by the Twin ForcesBalancing along I bared my breast After the pattern of birds flying home. Near the top the complete landscape may be taken on In a few captivating glances.
With Du Fu - TO A RETIRED ALLYTonight is a rare event,Fit for candlelights Turning grey at the temples. I have been on my way, you could say.
With Du Fu - ALONE IN HER GOSSIPWho is barer than a vacant valley from a robust familyHumbled so greatly that ducks walking and quacking side by side look better, talk better?
With Du Fu - SEEING BILLY IN A DREAMYou came to me last night in a dream,Venturing so long a journey Through forest greens How could you lift your wings and use them? I woke, wild and tossing. There were dragons and riverbed monsters.
With Du Fu - AS REAL AND DENSE AS RUBBERThis cloud has drifted like a wanderer,And as real as the rising into it, You rubbed your white head Something kept puzzling you. Who says that the heavenly net never fails? It has brought you ill fortune, No more years of fame.
With Wang Wei - PARTINGWhere are we going and why - Ask me no questions without end.
With Wang Wei - NO HERMITS IN CRISPIANITYIn Crispianity there should be no hermits;That gave up at the Gate of Hell Or the bosom friends.
Your purpose happened to fail,
With Wang Wei - A GREEN STREAM - TO BE A WOMANI have sailed some River Misses born by rapids humsWhere the basis light grows dim and weeds are lush along the banks. Doomed to cast fishing-nets without end.
With Wang Wei - SHEEP TRAILS THROUGH THE WOODSCattle and sheep trail home alongA rugged old man That leans on a staff and thinks of his son or full wheat-ears, The farmers, returning with hoes on their shoulders, Hail a simple life by their works.
With Wang Wei - THE BEAUTIFUL SHEShould we remain humbly at home?Washing clothes in the evening? No more powder in her face? Wisdom-washed beside the well?
With Meng Haoran - ON AUTUMN CLIMBINGWildgeese flow my heart.Not so brisk and clear. The ferry returns; Come and meet me. Dogs hate us.
With Meng Haoran - SUMMER THINKINGThe mountain-light from the lake afarOpen my window and lie down a while. I would play if I could. |
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