Bai Juyi

(772–846 / Taiyuan, Shanxi)

Bai Juyi Poems

1. The Grain Tribute 3/21/2012
2. In Early Summer Lodging In A Temple To Enjoy The Moonlight 8/9/2012
3. Poems In Depression, At Wei Village 8/9/2012
4. Regret For Red Peonies 8/9/2012
5. Resignation 8/9/2012
6. Sleeping On Horseback 8/9/2012
7. The Spring River 8/9/2012
8. Thinking Of The Past 8/9/2012
9. Winter Night 8/9/2012
10. Reading Laozi 8/9/2012
11. Song Of The Palace 8/9/2012
12. On The Lake (2) 8/9/2012
13. Returning Late On The Road From Pingquan On A Winter's Day 8/9/2012
14. Reading Laozi 8/9/2012
15. Staying At Bamboo 8/9/2012
16. Returning Late On The Road From Pingquan On A Winter's Day 8/9/2012
17. Losing A Slave Girl 8/9/2012
18. The Philosopher 3/21/2012
19. The Red Cockatoo 3/21/2012
20. Rain 8/9/2012
21. The Grand Houses At Lo-Yang 8/9/2012
22. Peach Blossom At Dalin Temple 8/9/2012
23. The Poem On The Wall 8/9/2012
24. Spring Sleep 8/9/2012
25. On The Lake (1) 8/9/2012
26. Lodging With The Old Man Of The Stream 8/9/2012
27. Planting Bamboos 8/9/2012
28. The Beginning Of Summer 8/9/2012
29. The Cranes 8/9/2012
30. The Old Man With The Broken Arm 3/21/2012
31. Remembering South Of The River 8/9/2012
32. Song Of Sunset On The River 8/9/2012
33. Sleeping On A Night Of Autumn Rain 8/9/2012
34. On His Baldness 8/9/2012
35. Regret For Peony Flowers 8/9/2012
36. The Chrysanthemums In The Eastern Garden 8/9/2012
37. The Bloom Is Not A Bloom 8/9/2012
38. Autumn Cold 8/9/2012
39. Going Alone To Spend A Night At The Hsien-Yu Temple 8/9/2012
40. Illness And Idleness 8/9/2012
Best Poem of Bai Juyi

Song Of The Guitar.

In the tenth year of Yuanhe I was banished and demoted to be assistant official in Jiujiang. In the summer of the next year I was seeing a friend leave Penpu and heard in the midnight from a neighbouring boat a guitar played in the manner of the capital. Upon inquiry, I found that the player had formerly been a dancing-girl there and in her maturity had been married to a merchant. I invited her to my boat to have her play for us. She told me her story, heyday and then unhappiness. Since my departure from the capital I had not felt sad; but that night, after I left her, I began to realize my ...

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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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