Bai Juyi

(772–846 / Taiyuan, Shanxi)

Bai Juyi Poems

1. In Early Summer Lodging In A Temple To Enjoy The Moonlight 8/9/2012
2. The Spring River 8/9/2012
3. Thinking Of The Past 8/9/2012
4. Reading Laozi 8/9/2012
5. Reading Laozi 8/9/2012
6. Returning Late On The Road From Pingquan On A Winter's Day 8/9/2012
7. Song Of The Palace 8/9/2012
8. Returning Late On The Road From Pingquan On A Winter's Day 8/9/2012
9. Regret For Red Peonies 8/9/2012
10. Resignation 8/9/2012
11. Sleeping On Horseback 8/9/2012
12. Winter Night 8/9/2012
13. Losing A Slave Girl 8/9/2012
14. The Philosopher 3/21/2012
15. The Poem On The Wall 8/9/2012
16. Rain 8/9/2012
17. Poems In Depression, At Wei Village 8/9/2012
18. Lodging With The Old Man Of The Stream 8/9/2012
19. The Red Cockatoo 3/21/2012
20. The Old Man With The Broken Arm 3/21/2012
21. The Grain Tribute 3/21/2012
22. Remembering South Of The River 8/9/2012
23. The Beginning Of Summer 8/9/2012
24. On The Lake (2) 8/9/2012
25. Regret For Peony Flowers 8/9/2012
26. The Chrysanthemums In The Eastern Garden 8/9/2012
27. Planting Bamboos 8/9/2012
28. Song Of Sunset On The River 8/9/2012
29. On The Lake (1) 8/9/2012
30. Sleeping On A Night Of Autumn Rain 8/9/2012
31. An Invitation To Mr Liu 8/9/2012
32. Illness And Idleness 8/9/2012
33. Kept Waiting! 3/21/2012
34. Visiting The Hsi-Lin Temple 3/21/2012
35. Autumn Cold 8/9/2012
36. The Grand Houses At Lo-Yang 8/9/2012
37. Peach Blossom At Dalin Temple 8/9/2012
38. Night Snow 8/9/2012
39. Going Alone To Spend A Night At The Hsien-Yu Temple 8/9/2012
40. Staying At Bamboo 8/9/2012

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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.

A Song Of The Palace.

Her tears are spent, but no dreams come.
She can hear the others singing through the night.
She has lost his love. Alone with her beauty,
She leans till dawn on her incense-pillow.

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