Po Chu-I Poems
|1.||Planting A Lichi Tree||9/30/2010|
|2.||The Almond Blossoms Of Chao Village||9/30/2010|
|3.||A Lament For My Son Ts’ui||9/30/2010|
|5.||The Grain Tribute||9/30/2010|
|6.||The Old Man With The Broken Arm||9/30/2010|
|7.||The Dragon Of The Black Pool||9/30/2010|
|9.||Staying At Bamboo Lodge||9/30/2010|
|10.||Night On The West River||9/30/2010|
|11.||On Being Stricken With Paralysis||9/30/2010|
|13.||Remembering Golden Bells||9/30/2010|
|15.||The Philosopher [lao Tzu]||9/30/2010|
|16.||Lazy Man's Song||9/30/2010|
|17.||A Forsaken Garden||9/30/2010|
|18.||The Red Cockatoo||9/30/2010|
|19.||The Dwarfs Of Tao-Chou||9/30/2010|
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:
I cannot resist vulgar thoughts and feelings.
Henceforward I am tied to things outside myself:
My only reward—the pleasure I am getting now.
If I am spared the grief of her dying young,
Then I shall have the trouble of getting her married.
My plan for retiring and going back to the hills
Must now be postponed for fifteen years!
The Grain Tribute
There came an officer knocking by night at my door
In a loud voice demanding grain-tribute.
My house-servants dared not wait till the morning,
But brought candles and set them on the barn-floor.
Passed through the sieve, clean-washed as pearls,