Tag: Poem

In autumn, when the nights are chill,

I stroll, and croon, and think of thee.

When dropping pine-cones strew the hill,

Say, hast thou waking dreams of me?

Wei Ying-wu 8th cent. A.D.

White gleam the gulls across the darkling

tide,

On the green hills the red flowers seem

to burn;

Alas ! I see another spring has died…..

When will it come – the day of my

return?

Tu Fu A.D. 712–770 .

Where blue hills cross the northern sky,

Beyond the moat which girds the town,

‘Twas there we stopped to say Goodbye!

And one white sail alone dropped down.

Your heart was full of wandering thought;

For me, – my sun had set indeed

To wave a last adieu we sought,

Voiced for us by each whinnying steed!

Li Po A.D. 705-762

A tortoise I see on a lotus-fower resting;

A bird ‘mid the reeds and the rushes is

nesting;

A light skiff propelled by some boatman ‘s

fair daughter,

Whose song dies away o’er the fast-flowing

water.

Li Po A.D. 705-762

I anchor at the Newchew hill,

The autumn sky serene and still,

And watch the moon her crescent fill,

And vainly think on him by whom

this shore was made renowned.

Though mine is no ungraceful lay,

He cannot hear the words I say,

And I must sail at break of day…..

And all this while the maple leaves

are fluttering to the ground.

Li Po A.D. 705-762

The breeze blows the willow-scent in from

the dell,

While Phyllis with bumpers would fain

cheer us up;

Dear friends press around me to bid me

farewell:

Goodbye ! and goodbye !. – and yet just

one more cup…..

I whisper, Thou’lt see this great stream

flow away

Ere I cease to love as I love thee today!

Li Po A.D. 705-762

What is life after all but a dream?

And why should such pother be made?

Better far to be tipsy, I deem,

And doze all day long in the shade.

When I wake and look out on the lawn,

I hear midst the flowers a bird sing;

I ask, “Is it evening or dawn?”

The mango-bird whistles, “‘Tis spring.”

Overpower’d with the beautiful sight,

Another full goblet I pour,

And would sing till the moon rises bright –

But soon I’m as drunk as before.

Li Po A.D. 705-762

With yellow leaves the hill is strown,

A young wife gazes o’er the scene,

The sky with grey clouds overthrown,

While autumn swoops upon the green.

See, Tartar troops mass on the plain;

Homeward our envoy hurries on;

When will her lord come back again?…..

To find her youth and beauty gone!

Li Po A.D. 705-762

The birds have all flown to their roost in

the tree,

The last cloud has just floated lazily by;

But we never tire of each other, not we,

As we sit there together, – the moun-

tains and I.

Li Po A.D. 705-762

Rain cannot quench thy lantern’s light,

Wind makes it shine more brightly bright;

Oh why not fly to heaven afar,

And twinkle near the moon – a star?

Li Po A.D. 705-762