A Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems

1

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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

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to the

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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

1

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