Chinese poems (9)

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Ascending the Kuai Pavilion

落木千山天远大, 澄江一道月分明。 Fallen trees spread over a thousand mountains beneath a vast sky; One clear river reflects the bright moon. — Huang Tingjian 黄庭坚 (1045-1105)

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Mount Zhongnan

太乙近天都, 连山接海隅。 白云回望合, 青霭入看无。 Mount Zhongnan rises toward Heaven’s capital; Its ranges stretch to the edge of the sea. Looking back, white clouds close behind; Looking in, blue mist dissolves into nothing. — Wang Wei 王维 (701-761)

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Jian Jia

蒹葭苍苍,白露为霜。 所谓伊人,在水一方。 The reeds and rushes are deeply green, The white dew has turned to frost. The one of whom I think, Is somewhere by the water’s edge. —《蒹葭》 (Jian Jia)

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Mountain Dialogue

问余何意栖碧山,笑而不答心自闲。 桃花流水窅然去,别有天地非人间。 You ask me why I make my home amid these green mountains; I smile and make no reply, for my heart is free of care. As peach blossoms flow downstream and are gone into the unknown, I have a world apart that is…

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Visiting the Sky-Mother Mountain in a Dream: A Song of Farewell

脚著谢公屐, 身登青云梯。 半壁见海日, 空中闻天鸡。 … 列缺霹雳, 丘峦崩摧。 洞天石扉, 訇然中开。 Wearing the climbing shoes of Lord Xie, I ascend the ladder of blue clouds. Halfway up, I see the sun rising from the sea, In mid-air, I hear the rooster of heaven crow. … Lightning flashes…

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Autumn Words

晴空一鹤排云上, 便引诗情到碧霄。 A crane soars above the clouds and soars high, Lifts my poetic heart up to the azure sky. — Liu Yuxi 刘禹锡 (772-842)

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To the Melody of ‘Yumeiren’: On Seeing Plum Blossoms in Yizhou

天涯也有江南信, 梅破知春近。 夜阑风细得香迟, 不道晓来开遍、向南枝。 – 黄庭坚《虞美人·宜州見梅作》 Even at the edge of the world, whispers of Jiangnan unfold, Plum blossoms burst, proclaiming spring’s approach. Late in the night, their fragrance drifts on a tender breeze. Unaware that by dawn, blooms full on south-facing branches. — Huang…

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Black Map

寒鴉終於拼湊成 夜﹕黑色地圖 我回來了—歸程 總是比迷途長 長於一生 — 北岛 “黑色地图” in the end, cold crows piece together the night: a black map I’ve come home—the way back longer than the wrong road long as a life — Bei Dao (translated by Eliot Weinberger)

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