Sending Off My Cousin, Beyond the Castle by the Southern Moon

At home we fenced with traveling swords,Cutting at this and that like idle lords;The two of us, like towns around a turn,Will drift apart as soon as I return. Riding horses over the moon bridge south,We follow the light to the road fork’s mouth;Arriving at last …

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Sparrow

Around the building throughout the day,These joyful guests convene on beamsWith songs that carry auspicious signs,Arriving through the curtained screens. Sunset guides them down to town for rest,But dawn will draw them to the river streams,Until they reach the swans assembled together,Watching them soar, as in …

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Returning to the Lake Pavilion at Night

As the sun dies down I lie in the lake pavilion,Heart disturbed and drawn by various affairs;Sleep ruined, I wake and drink, intoxicated,Sitting and waiting in the cool night air. Rain in the pines has sent my rattan hat afloat,The river wind has pierced my hempen …

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Early Spring

Hugging the path in early springWe walk here hand in hand;Though grass has yet to spring to life,To me it’s fresh-laid land. Nothing to do, pursuing the blooms,The willows have taught my mind:Again and again I come and goTo savor a cup of wine.  Original poem in …

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Sending Off a Lord to Guizhou, Demoted to a Magistrate

I don’t know the road to Guizhou, but still I send off a former lord Who’s set to travel a thousand miles across the cries of forest apes, To flutter about like a bird that flies throughout the great five lakes. The rulers know nothing, …

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Spreading Their Wings

Look at the bird, he spreads his wings,The image stays like a song I sing.He flies in a tune above, below,So rich and free from the toil I know. For ages I gaze at the sun and moon,The distant clouds, whose path still looms.For hundreds of …

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Seeking Chang, the Daoist Priest

The entire journey was on foot to this place,Of moss, more moss, and my footstep’s trace.White clouds about the banks in a quiet state,The growing grass has covered the fence’s gate. Passing rain, the pine’s green color in course,I follow the mountain, to the water’s source.These …

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