Hibiscus-flowers by the moat heave in a sudden wind

I sit here alone, mourning for us both. Liu Zongyuan FROM THE CITY-TOWER OF LIUZHOU TO MY FOUR FELLOW-OFFICIALS AT ZHANG, DING, FENG, AND LIAN DISTRICTS At this lofty tower where the town ends, wilderness begins; And our longing has as far to go as the ocean or the sky…. Hibiscus-flowers by the moat heave … Read moreHibiscus-flowers by the moat heave in a sudden wind

We met last among flowers, among flowers we parted,

Spring only brings me grief and fatigue   Wei Yingwu TO MY FRIENDS LI DAN AND YUANXI We met last among flowers, among flowers we parted, And here, a year later, there are flowers again; But, with ways of the world too strange to foretell, Spring only brings me grief and fatigue. I am sick, … Read moreWe met last among flowers, among flowers we parted,

Clouds are parting above the Temple of the Warring Emperor,

I challenge what may come   Cui Hao PASSING THROUGH HUAYIN Lords of the capital, sharp, unearthly, The Great Flower’s three points pierce through heaven. Clouds are parting above the Temple of the Warring Emperor, Rain dries on the mountain, on the Giant’s Palm. Ranges and rivers are the strength of this western gate, Whence … Read moreClouds are parting above the Temple of the Warring Emperor,

While still I have been hoping that my old friend would come

I face my mirror with a sigh   Cui Tu A SOLITARY WILDGOOSE Line after line has flown back over the border. Where are you headed all by yourself? In the evening rain you call to them — And slowly you alight on an icy pond. The low wet clouds move faster than you Along … Read moreWhile still I have been hoping that my old friend would come

You insist upon forsaking this place where you have lived.

After the shower at Bashang   Wen Tingyun TO A FRIEND BOUND EAST The old fort brims with yellow leaves…. You insist upon forsaking this place where you have lived. A high wind blows at Hanyang Ferry And sunrise lights the summit of Yingmen…. Who will be left for me along the upper Yangzi After … Read moreYou insist upon forsaking this place where you have lived.

Heart’s fragrance is spent with the ending of spring

To live as pure a life as yours   Li Shangyin A CICADA Pure of heart and therefore hungry, All night long you have sung in vain — Oh, this final broken indrawn breath Among the green indifferent trees! Yes, I have gone like a piece of driftwood, I have let my garden fill with … Read moreHeart’s fragrance is spent with the ending of spring

Cloud-rifts are blowing toward Great Flower Mountain,

Boundless grasses over the plain   Zhang Ji THINKING OF A FRIEND LOST IN THE TIBETAN WAR Last year you went with your troops to Tibet; And when your men had vanished beyond the citywall, News was cut off between the two worlds As between the living and the dead. No one has come upon … Read moreCloud-rifts are blowing toward Great Flower Mountain,

South go the wildgesse, for leaves are now falling, And the water is cold

I see a sail in the far sky   Meng Haoran MEMORIES IN EARLY WINTER South go the wildgesse, for leaves are now falling, And the water is cold with a wind from the north. I remember my home; but the Xiang River’s curves Are walled by the clouds of this southern country. I go … Read moreSouth go the wildgesse, for leaves are now falling, And the water is cold

With monkeys whimpering on the shadowy mountain, And the river rushing

How gladly I would seek a mountain Meng Haoran FROM QIN COUNTRY TO THE BUDDHIST PRIEST YUAN How gladly I would seek a mountain If I had enough means to live as a recluse! For I turn at last from serving the State To the Eastern Woods Temple and to you, my master. …Like ashes … Read moreWith monkeys whimpering on the shadowy mountain, And the river rushing

What are you thinking of, old friend? The wildgeese never answer me.

Du Fu REMEMBERING MY BROTHERS ON A MOONLIGHT NIGHT A wanderer hears drums portending battle. By the first call of autumn from a wildgoose at the border, He knows that the dews tonight will be frost. …How much brighter the moonlight is at home! O my brothers, lost and scattered, What is life to me … Read moreWhat are you thinking of, old friend? The wildgeese never answer me.