Tu Fu

(712-770 / Gong County / China)

On Seeing a Pupil of Kung-sun Dance the Chien-ch`i


On the nineteenth day of the tenth month of the second year of Ta-li (15 November 767), in the residence of
Yuan Ch`ih, Lieutenant-Governor of K`uei-chou, I saw Li Shih-er-niang of Lin-ying dance the chien-ch`i.
Impressed by the brilliance and thrust of her style, I asked her whom she had studied under. ``I am a pupil of
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  • Elena Sandu (12/29/2013 8:40:00 PM)

    A treasure of our world, this poet might be one of the greatest time travellers. For sure one of the world's best teachers from the past, a poem to clearly show all future generations how to make present days to last. (Report) Reply

  • Calvin Towle (11/23/2008 12:31:00 AM)

    I too have seen fifty years go by like the flick of a hand
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