Here at the frontier, the leaves fall like rain. Although my neighbors are all barbarians, and you, you are a thousand miles away, there are still two cups at my table.

Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter. If your mind isn't clouded by unnecessary things, this is the best season of your life.

~ Wu-men ~

Sunday, August 21, 2005

300 Tang Dynasty Poems, #3: Thoughts 3

The Tang Dynasty was a Golden Age of poetry in China. No event of any consequence went without a poem. Today, we'd be composing them for high school graduation parties, a homecoming, or leavetaking. What a wonderful way to have lived.

Some of the best poems of that era have been collected in a famous anthology, The 300 Tang Dynasty Poems. If you click on the title of this post, you'll be directed to an online version of the anthology.

In the meantime, here is number 3:

Zhang Jiuling

The hermit in his lone abode
Nurses his thoughts cleansed of care,
Them he projects to the wild goose
For it to his distant
Sovereign to bear.
Who will be moved by the sincerity
Of my vain day-and-night prayer?
What comfort is for my loyalty
When fliers and sinkers can compare?

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