Tao Chien Poems
- Lament The ways of heaven are mysterious, the spirits pose a...
- Idle Living Though life is brief, feeling is ...
- Returning To Live In The South... When young, I'd not ...
- Returning To The Old Homestead My home was formerly at ...
- Reading The Classic Of Hills A... In the summer grass and...
- Returning To Live In The South... I sow my beans below the ...
- To Harmonize With The Poem Of ...
Tao Qian ( T'ao Ch'ien, 365–427), better known as Tao Yuanming ,was a Chinese poet. Born in modern Jiujiang, Jiangxi, he was one of the most influential pre-Tang Dynasty (618-907) Chinese poets.
He came from a notable family which had descended into poverty; when young, he was torn between ambition and a desire to retreat into solitude. His great-grandfather was the famous Eastern Jin ... more »
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The ways of heaven are mysterious,
the spirits pose a problem.
Since childhood, I struggled to do right—
forty-four years of struggle.
Things went bad when I was twenty.
At thirty, I lost my wife.
Fires burned my houses down
and weevils ate my grain.
Winds and rain ruined everything:
I couldn’t fill a mouth.
In summer, we went hungry;
in winter we all slept cold.
Evenings, we longed for the cock crow;
at dawn, we chased away the crows.
It’s my own poor karma, not heaven,
that leaves me troubled and bitter.