Po Chu-I

No moon
To light my way upon the stair,
Cold comfort
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I enter the court
Through the middle gate—
And my sleeve is wet with tears.
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Sent as a present from Annam—
A red cockatoo.
Colored like the peach-tree blossom,
Speaking with the speech of men.
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“Those who speak know nothing;
Those who know are silent.”
These words, as I am told,
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I could have a job, but am too lazy to choose it;
I have got land, but am too lazy to farm it.
My house leaks; I am too lazy to mend it.
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In the land of Tao-chou
Many of the people are dwarfs;
The tallest of them never grow to more than three feet.
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When I was almost forty
I had a daughter whose name was Golden Bells.
Now it is just a year since she was born;
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White billows and huge waves block the river crossing;
Wherever I go, danger and difficulty; whatever I do, failure.
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Ruined and ill—a man of two score;
Pretty and guileless—a girl of three.
Not a boy—but still better than nothing:
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Last year, when I lay sick,
I vowed
I'd never touch a drop again
As long as I should live.
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Good friends,
Why waste your time in wailing
And in sympathy for me?
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an evening sitting under
the eaves of the pines
at night sleeping
in Bamboo Lodge
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My lute set aside
on the little table
Lazily I meditate
on cherishing feelings
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Deep the waters of the Black Pool, colored like ink;
They say a Holy Dragon lives there, whom men have never seen.
Beside the Pool they have bu ...
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At Hsin-fëng—an old man—four-score and eight;
The hair on his head and the hair of his eyebrows—white as the new snow.
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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,
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here's my snowy crown
time's tinted decrepitude
there's the frost in the courtyard
autumn's glittery breath
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You were a pearl
In the palm of my hand,
My tiny baby boy.
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The red fruit of the lichi
Is as precious as the pearl.
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For fifteen long years,
Times without number
I have come
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