On the Mountain Holiday Thinking of my Brothers in Shandong
Mount Zhongnan
Seeing Off a Friend
Lodge Among the Bamboos
Deer-park Hermitage
Bird Stream
AT PARTING
TO QIWU QIAN BOUND HOME AFTER FAILING IN AN EXAMINATION
A GREEN STREAM
A FARM-HOUSE ON THE WEI RIVER
THE BEAUTIFUL XI SHI
A Song of a Girl from Loyang
Song of an Old General
A Song of Peach-blossom River
A Message from my Lodge at Wangchuan to Pei Di
An Autumn Evening in the Mountains
Bound Home to Mount Song
Answering Vice-prefect Zhang
Toward the Temple of Heaped Fragrance
A Message to Commissioner Li at Zizhou
A View of the Han River
My Retreat at Mount Zhongnan
An Early Audience at the Palace of Light Harmonizing Secretary Jia Zhi Poem
Looking Down in a Spring-rain on the Course from Fairy-mountain Palace to the Pavilion of Increase Harmonizing the Emperor's Poem
| Multiple poems at a time |
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送綦毋潜落第还乡TO QIWU QIAN BOUND HOME AFTER FAILING IN AN EXAMINATION
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Wang Wei
In a happy reign there should be no hermits;
The wise and able should consult together....
So you, a man of the eastern mountains,
Gave up your life of picking herbs
And came all the way to the Gate of Gold --
But you found your devotion unavailing.
...To spend the Day of No Fire on one of the southern rivers,
You have mended your spring clothes here in these northern cities.
I pour you the farewell wine as you set out from the capital --
Soon I shall be left behind here by my bosomfriend.
In your sail-boat of sweet cinnamon-wood
You will float again toward your own thatch door,
Led along by distant trees
To a sunset shining on a far-away town.
...What though your purpose happened to fail,
Doubt not that some of us can hear high music.
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