Wang Wei’s readers almost invariably find themselves inside his poems. Something is happening here, and I dont know what it is, except that Im in the presence of surpassing poetic genius. the air of nightfall come to Autumn. Press stops of long whistle And autumn colors mountain distances again They are reprinted by permission. Ancient trees. A new home at the mouth of Meng-ch’eng; Leisurely, with the celestial balance. On the side path shaded by scholartrees, Includes pinyin and literal glosses. From time to time you can hear them I close the thorn gate, seized by grief. It troubles the wild birds. Sometimes you’ll hear their cries, among spring’s torrents. meditation drives out the poisonous dragon. Scattered. Access-restricted-item true Addeddate 2012-09-25 15:09:11 Bookplateleaf 0004 Boxid IA1102419 Boxid_2 CH129925 Camera Canon EOS 5D Mark II Containerid_2 X0008 Donor burlingamepubliclibrary External-identifier urn In its present form, the Shih Ching consists of three major sections, the Kuo Feng, or Odes of the States, comprising 160 of the 300 are generally but not always folk songs. meditation conquers the minds poison dragons. but to go back to my forest home again. Giving you back to Stone-Tower Mountain, we bid farewell among ash-green pine and cyprus, then return home. A bell in the deep mountain. The man at his ease: the cassia flowers falling. White Pebble Shoal is clear and shallow. At rest, he senses acacia blossoms fall. All the way up Huazi hill a sadness, In faint twilight Where an empty pond curves, The Spring night is still in the empty mountains. The consistent echo of these poems is striking in a group of works that have so often been read as Buddhist and nature poems … green moss fills recluse shadow. White clouds come together as I look back and lately made my home near South Mountain. to hell with official concerns. The present selection is comes, all but a single longer poem on drinking and its positive and negative consequences from the “Lesser Elegants”, all come from the Kuo Feng Sections. I dont know the Temple of Gathered Fragrance I leave South Lodge, boat light, water so vast you never reach North Lodge. For more than two decades, has published essential literature, artwork, case studies, and more on the built and natural environments—all at no cost to readers and without advertising. miles up among cloud-wrapped peaks. Bright moon, when it comes: we shine too. especially far from where people live. I make no plans for the future When he was a youth of fifteen or twenty. empty of purpose, but making new discoveries. Weak water chestnut stems cant hold still. The best poems by Wang Wei (Tang dynasty) selected by MoonFields.Org! Freely to feel the flash of dawn: keep it swept, our welcome at the gate, Sitting in mystic bamboo grove, back unseen Plucking the lute and gravely whistling Pulses of song in the spring ravine. and am immersed in joy when I see mountains beyond the clouds. Birds in flight go on leaving and leaving. Most importantly, he was a poet of consummate skill. You too, my gentle friend, may stay. staining every far boundary, drifts on. ), Seeing Off Yuan the Second on a Mission to Anxi. deep in the forest no one else knows Red Sandalwood grows in that southern land; when fall comes, the branches fill with seeds. Comers afterwards: who? Can be this bright in the moon. A lone fisherman sings out on the water. On Autumn-Pitch Mountain roads, they flaunt such darkness, woodcutters too beyond knowing. Classical Chinese 225 王維 竹里館 translation Ching gorge: white rocks jut. Night tranquil: the spring mountain empties Wang Wei (Chinese: 王維; 699–759) was a Tang dynasty Chinese poet, musician, painter, and statesman. At home beside this stream, quiet, no one here. Evening mists: nowhere they are. empty of purpose, but making new discoveries. Empty mountain, after rain, Where is it from? In vain to grieve over former possessions. Bamboo rustles as the washing maids wend homeward. play my lute to the mountain moon. Wang Wei (701-761 C.E.) Waves dance and fall on each other: In the slant of the sun on the country-side. A translation of the poem 竹里館, “Bamboo Grove Pavilion”, by the Tang dynasty poet 王維 (Wang Wei). With its three southern branches reaching the Chu border, High beyond the thick wall a tower shines with sunset, The woods have stored the rain, and slow comes the smoke. when fall comes, the branches fill with seeds. and its peaks tumble down to the sea. a white egret startles up, then drops. fall colors come to mountain after mountain Alone I come back to white clouds. Empty mountain, none to be seen. Late now, I lodge on South Mountain.19 A bell in the deep mountain. ISSN 1932-9474 | © Copyright 1997-2020 Terrain Publishing. In fact the book was assembled before, during, and after the life of Confucius. The Ya (Elegant Verses) subdivided with no obvious criteria into greater and lesser, include poems 161-265, and the Sung or Temple Odes high ritual songs and bits of dynastic myth, include poems 266-305. In faint twilight Where an empty pond curves. and sunlight chills the green pines. I dont know the Temple of Gathered Fragrance. you can, You question me on failure or success? Let pine winds loosen my robes, we’ll chatter and giggle with no thought of home. Sitting, I can see to when the clouds arise. up here where the mountain road ends, sky stains robes empty kingfisher-blue. It must be the mountain monk calling, Sitting alone amid dense bamboo and lately made my home near South Mountain, grow in the South. In addition to his many translations of classical Chinese poetry and philosophy.

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