A Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems
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he wood in fro
r full of c
nd follows s
g-puffs it blow
s and can live a l
sleep, I play wit
the garden st
rain there is al
hould maintain
ough is not
let and mak
heated, I pour
dren are playi
k, they babble
have made m
t my lost c
nt I gaze at t
ng I think of the
2
e morning I heard
clothes and op
s who had come so
peasant, coming
resent of wine
t I had falle
rags under a
ve no desire f
ind have all the
learn to wallow
m impressed b
not fashioned l
eir rut I migh
myself could onl
joy together the wi
set and cannot
3
g tim
on a
to the
Eastern
road
g and w
tormy
d my
mad
his
r dro
the W
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ll my
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ed a
is was
d ba
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ed in i
4
, SHADOW,
all busily hoard up the moments
both of Substance and Shadow, and have made Spirit show h
speaks t
Earth exi
nd rivers n
trees in per
d withered by th
wise, Man
lone escap
earing for a mom
departs, nev
w that the fri
him and thin
ngs that he
n them and th
ical arts
y hope for a
listen to
et wine, be su
w rep
way to pre
ality are instr
dly wander
away and the
y that I was
ed all our j
in the shade, I
end we shal
xistence is
her we shal
ody decays Fame
nendurable, bu
and labour w
eed that men
truth dispel
are it with
t exp
nly set i
trol the thin
ond of the T
precede
m differen
involved in
means can
sharing of
perors were
ay-where
lived to a
last, when he
or soon
mple have n
bring for
t not hast
our heart on
ow that any w
thinking you
ter go wher
Stream of I
joy, wit
must go
little fus
Chinese M
5
h the year dra
ss I seek sunlig
orchard all the
rden rotting bo
and drink it do
the kitchen, bu
s lie piled be
ng and I shall not h
not like the Ago
ve to bear bit
mber, to calm my
of old were oft
s was maltrea
6
ING
FOR HIS OWN
r covers
and seared b
I have go
ate paper
is eig
there is no
does h
loathes the
an is t
know "six" fr
in his n
erned with t
treats me
do but fi
with two characters ve
7
in a zone of hu
sounds no noise
ow how that
stant creates a wi
themums under t
at the distan
r is fresh at t
birds two b
s there lies a
express it, word
8
NG H
o live in the S
I had taken a fa
was a place of
joy to spend the m
had longed to
have managed
if my cottage
e's room enough
the neighbours
words discuss t
we read togeth
s we examine tog
9
NG TO T
, I was out of t
s for the hills
into the Web of
ree until my
ird longs for
tank thinks of
wildness a patch
c, I returned to
ers no more t
ttage has eigh
lows cluster
plum trees grow
he distant h
e of the half-d
omewhere in t
the top of the
yard-no murmur of
oms-leisure and
hecked by the
ed again to Nat
1
BOOK OF HI
of June the g
tage thick-leave
but delights in the
ove my that
one my p
sown
ime to sit and
lane there are
ends' carria
ts I pour out
lettuce growin
omes stealing u
wind bears
t idly over the
er the pictures o
nce I survey th
ppy, whom such plea
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L
clouds, roll
ed rain, drip
Directions-
lands-one
ave, win
k at the ea
I think of
boat nor car
1
W
years, bey
llness of this
myself in sp
slopes of th
ain-stream a
oment, the
wind blowing
the fields