Bai Juyi

(772–846 / Taiyuan, Shanxi)

Bai Juyi Poems

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

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Best Poem of Bai Juyi


Boundless grasses over the plain
Come and go with every season;
Wildfire never quite consumes them --
They are tall once more in the spring wind.
Sweet they press on the old high- road
And reach the crumbling city-gate....
O Prince of Friends, you are gone again....
I hear them sighing after you.

Read the full of Grasses

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.