Bai Juyi

(772–846 / Taiyuan, Shanxi)

Bai Juyi Poems

1. A Foresaken Garden 3/21/2012
2. A Lament For My Son, Ts'Ui 3/21/2012
3. A Song Of The Palace. 1/1/2004
4. A Suggestion To My Friend, Liu. 1/1/2004
5. A Visit To Qiantang Lake In Spring 8/9/2012
6. After Collecting The Autumn Taxes 8/9/2012
7. After Lunch 3/21/2012
8. After Passing The Examination 8/9/2012
9. An Invitation To Mr Liu 8/9/2012
10. At The End Of Spring 8/9/2012
11. Autumn Cold 8/9/2012
12. Autumn Thoughts, Sent Far Away 3/21/2012
13. Drunk Again 3/21/2012
14. Eating Bamboo Shoots 3/21/2012
15. Enjoying Pine And Bamboo 3/21/2012
16. Escorting Candidates To The Examination Hall 8/9/2012
17. Feelings On Watching The Moon 8/9/2012
18. Fishing In The Wei River 8/9/2012
19. Flower No Flower 3/21/2012
20. Going Alone To Spend A Night At The Hsien-Yu Temple 8/9/2012
21. Golden Bells 3/21/2012
22. Grass 8/9/2012
23. Grasses 1/1/2004
24. Hearing The Early Oriole 8/9/2012
25. Illness And Idleness 8/9/2012
26. In Early Summer Lodging In A Temple To Enjoy The Moonlight 8/9/2012
27. Kept Waiting! 3/21/2012
28. Lazy Man's Song 3/21/2012
29. Lodging With The Old Man Of The Stream 8/9/2012
30. Losing A Slave Girl 8/9/2012
31. Night On The West River 3/21/2012
32. Night Snow 8/9/2012
33. On Being Stricken With Paralysis 3/21/2012
34. On His Baldness 8/9/2012
35. On The Lake (1) 8/9/2012
36. On The Lake (2) 8/9/2012
37. Peach Blossom At Dalin Temple 8/9/2012
38. Planting Bamboos 8/9/2012
39. Poems In Depression, At Wei Village 8/9/2012
40. Rain 8/9/2012
Best Poem of Bai Juyi

Song Of Unending Sorrow.

China's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire,
Was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding,
Till a little child of the Yang clan, hardly even grown,
Bred in an inner chamber, with no one knowing her,
But with graces granted by heaven and not to be concealed,
At last one day was chosen for the imperial household.
If she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells,
And the powder and paint of the Six Palaces faded into nothing.
...It was early spring. They bathed her in the FlowerPure Pool,
Which warmed and ...

Read the full of Song Of Unending Sorrow.

Golden Bells

When I was almost forty

I had a daughter whose name was Golden Bells.

Now it is just a year since she was born;

She is learning to sit and cannot yet talk.

Ashamed—to find that I have not a sage’s heart:

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