1 min read
Слушать(AI)Dreaming Of Li Bai 1
Separation by death must finally be choked down,but separation in life is a long anguish,
Chiang-nan is a pestilential land;no word from you there in exile.
You have been in my dreams, old friend,as if knowing how much I miss you.
Caught in a net,how is it you still have wings?
I fear you are no longer mortal;the distance to here is enormous.
When your spirit came, the maples were green;when it went, the passes were black.
The setting moon spills light on the rafters;for a moment I think it's your face.
The waters are deep, the waves wide;don't let the river gods take you.
Du Fu
Du Fu (Wade–Giles: Tu Fu; Chinese: 杜甫; 712 – 770) was a Chinese poet and politician of the Tang dynasty. Along with his elder contemporary and f
Comments
You need to be signed in to write comments
Other author posts
From Autumn Thoughts Poem 1 of 8
Jade frost bites the maple treesand Wu Mountain and Wu Gorge breathe out dark fearas river waves rise up to the skyand dark wind-clouds touch ground by a frontier fortress The chrysanthemums have twice bloomed tears of other days, When I...
Upon The Military Recovery Of Henan And Hebei
News comes to Jianwai1 that Jibei has been recoveredand tears wet my garments when I hear the news I turn to look at my wife, all sorrows gone,and roll up my writings carelessly in crazy joy I sing loudly in the sun and can't wait to ind...
Song Of Lovely Women
Third day, third month festival, and the air fresh with spring;beside Serpentine Lake in Chang'an, many lovely women stroll Their appearance is elegant, their thoughts lofty and refined,their complexions delicate, figures in perfect proportio...
The Pitiful Young Prince
Hooded crows fly at night over the walls of Chang'an,uttering harsh cries above Welcoming Autumn Gate,then head for people's houses, pecking at the lofty roofs,roofs beneath which high officials scurry to escape barbarians The golden whip is ...
