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“Of course you do not understand. Yesterday when I was at court

“Of course you do not understand. Yesterday when I was at court, the Prime Minister told me he had something to talk to me about in my own house. So naturally I prepared for his coming, and while we were at dinner he said, ‘I have heard something of a girl named Diao Chan whom…


As a reply Lu Bu made one cut, and Ding Yuan’s head fell to the earth.

As a reply Lu Bu made one cut, and Ding Yuan’s head fell to the earth. then Lu Bu called the attendants and said, “He was an unjust man, and I have slain him. Let those who back me stay. The others may depart.” Most ran away. Next day, with the head of the murdered…


I find you alone under falling petals.

I find you alone under falling petals. Wang Changling IN HER QUIET WINDOW Too young to have learned what sorrow means, Attired for spring, she climbs to her high chamber…. The new green of the street-willows is wounding her heart — Just for a title she sent him to war. Wang Changling A SONG OF…


Mountains cover the white sun,

Meng Haoran A NIGHT-MOORING ON THE JIANDE RIVER While my little boat moves on its mooring of mist, And daylight wanes, old memories begin…. How wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven, And how clear in the water the nearness of the moon! Meng Haoran A SPRING MORNING I awake light-hearted this…


Ever new the shock of beauty

Du Shenyan ON A WALK IN THE EARLY SPRING HARMONIZING A POEM BY MY FRIEND LU STATIONED AT CHANGZHOU Only to wanderers can come Ever new the shock of beauty, Of white cloud and red cloud dawning from the sea, Of spring in the wild-plum and river-willow…. I watch a yellow oriole dart in the…


Letting wealth and fame drift by like clouds

Du Fu A SONG OF A PAINTING TO GENERAL CAO O General, descended from Wei’s Emperor Wu, You are nobler now than when a noble…. Conquerors and their velour perish, But masters of beauty live forever. …With your brush-work learned from Lady Wei And second only to Wang Xizhi’s, Faithful to your art, you know…


I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers,

Wang Wei A GREEN STREAM I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers, Borne by the channel of a green stream, Rounding ten thousand turns through the mountains On a journey of less than thirty miles…. Rapids hum over heaped rocks; But where light grows dim in the thick pines, The surface of an inlet…