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

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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