Bai Juyi

(772–846 / Taiyuan, Shanxi)

Bai Juyi Poems

1. Visiting The Hsi-Lin Temple 3/21/2012
2. The North Window: Bamboo And Rock 3/21/2012
3. The Dragon Of The Black Pool 3/21/2012
4. The Grain Tribute 3/21/2012
5. Kept Waiting! 3/21/2012
6. The Philosopher 3/21/2012
7. Drunk Again 3/21/2012
8. At The End Of Spring 8/9/2012
9. Going Alone To Spend A Night At The Hsien-Yu Temple 8/9/2012
10. Illness And Idleness 8/9/2012
11. In Early Summer Lodging In A Temple To Enjoy The Moonlight 8/9/2012
12. Losing A Slave Girl 8/9/2012
13. Poems In Depression, At Wei Village 8/9/2012
14. Regret For Red Peonies 8/9/2012
15. Resignation 8/9/2012
16. Sleeping On Horseback 8/9/2012
17. The Spring River 8/9/2012
18. Thinking Of The Past 8/9/2012
19. Winter Night 8/9/2012
20. An Invitation To Mr Liu 8/9/2012
21. Reading Laozi 8/9/2012
22. Returning Late On The Road From Pingquan On A Winter's Day 8/9/2012
23. Song Of The Palace 8/9/2012
24. On The Lake (2) 8/9/2012
25. Returning Late On The Road From Pingquan On A Winter's Day 8/9/2012
26. Reading Laozi 8/9/2012
27. Autumn Cold 8/9/2012
28. Staying At Bamboo 8/9/2012
29. Spring Sleep 8/9/2012
30. Peach Blossom At Dalin Temple 8/9/2012
31. The Poem On The Wall 8/9/2012
32. Rain 8/9/2012
33. Lodging With The Old Man Of The Stream 8/9/2012
34. The Grand Houses At Lo-Yang 8/9/2012
35. Hearing The Early Oriole 8/9/2012
36. Escorting Candidates To The Examination Hall 8/9/2012
37. On Being Stricken With Paralysis 3/21/2012
38. After Passing The Examination 8/9/2012
39. A Lament For My Son, Ts'Ui 3/21/2012
40. The Dwarves Of Tao-Chou 3/21/2012

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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.

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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