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A Farewell to Secretary Shu-Yun at the Hsieh T’iao Villa in Hsuan-Chou - 宣州谢楼饯别校书叔云

Since yesterday had to throw me and bolt, Today has hurt my heart even more. The autumn wildgeese have a long wind for escort As I face them from this villa, drinking my wine. The bones of great writers are your brushes, in the School of Heaven, And I am a Lesser Hsieh growing up by your side. We both are [...]
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Shrine Festival - 社日(一作张演诗)

By Goose Lake Mountain, rice and millet grown fat; half the pig pens and chicken coops shut for the night. Mulberry, paper mulberry shadows slanting, the autumn festival dispersed, family after family holding up, helping their drunken ones home.
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Beyond Seeing - 古意呈补阙乔知之

(Written to Music) A girl of the Lu clan who lives in Golden-Wood Hall, Where swallows perch in pairs on beams of tortoise-shell, Hears the washing-mallets’ cold beat shake the leaves down. …The Liao-yang expedition will be gone ten years, And messages are lost in the White Wolf River. …Here in the City of the Red Phoenix autumn nights are long, Where [...]
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On hearing Tung play the Flageolet - 听董大弹胡笳声兼寄语弄房给事

A Poem to Palace-Attendant Fang When this melody for the flageolet was made by Lady Ts’ai, When long ago one by one she sang its eighteen stanzas, Even the Tartars were shedding tears into the border grasses, And the envoy of China was heart-broken, turning back home with his escort. …Cold fires now of old battles are grey on ancient [...]
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Orchid and Orange I - 感遇・其一

Tender orchid-leaves in spring And cinnamon-blossoms bright in autumn Are as self-contained as life is, Which conforms them to the seasons. Yet why will you think that a forest-hermit, Allured by sweet winds and contented with beauty, Would no more ask to be transplanted Than would any other natural flower?
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Drifting - 宣州谢楼饯别校书叔云

We cannot keep the gold of yesterday; Today’s dun clouds we cannot roll away. Now the long, wailing flight of geese brings autumn in its train, So to the view-tower cup in hand to fill and drink again, And dream of the great singers of the past, Their fadeless lines of fire and beauty cast. I too have felt the wild-bird [...]
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