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Li Shangyin Poems
I am lying in a white-lined coat while the spring approaches, But am thinking only of the White Gate City where I cannot be. ...There are two red chambers fronting the cold, hidden by the rain, And a lantern on a pearl screen swaying my lone heart homeward.
To One Unnamed IV
A faint phoenix-tail gauze, fragrant and doubled, Lines your green canopy, closed for the night.... Will your shy face peer round a moon-shaped fan, And your voice be heard hushing the rattle of my carriage?
Pure of heart and therefore hungry, All night long you have sung in vain Oh, this final broken indrawn breath Among the green indifferent trees!
To One Unnamed
The stars of last night and the wind of last night Are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall. ...Though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright- coloured phoenix,
To One Unnamed I
You said you would come, but you did not, and you left me with no other trace Than the moonlight on your tower at the fifth-watch bell. I cry for you forever gone, I cannot waken yet, I try to read your hurried note, I find the ink too pale.
To One Unnamed II
A misty rain comes blowing with a wind from the east, And wheels faintly thunder beyond Hibiscus Pool. ...Round the golden-toad lock, incense is creeping; The jade tiger tells, on its cord, of water being drawn
The Han Monument
The Son of Heaven in Yuanhe times was martial as a god And might be likened only to the Emperors Xuan and Xi. He took an oath to reassert the glory of the empire, And tribute was brought to his palace from all four quarters.
There Is Only One
There is only one Carved-Cloud, exquisite always- Yet she dreads the spring, blowing cold in the palace, When her husband, a Knight of the Golden Tortoise, Will leave her sweet bed, to be early at court.
Gone is the guest from the Chamber of Rank, And petals, confused in my little garden, Zigzagging down my crooked path, Escort like dancers the setting sun.
Note on a Rainy Night to a Friend in the...
You ask me when I am coming. I do not know. I dream of your mountains and autumn pools brimming all night with the rain. Oh, when shall we be trimming wicks again, together in your western window? When shall I be hearing your voice again, all night in the rain?
To One Unnamed III
Time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, And the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone, And the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die And every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
Boundless the leaves roused by spring, Countless the twigs which tremble in the dawn. Whether the willow can love or not, Never a time when it does not dance.
To One Unnamed V
There are many curtains in your care-free house, Where rapture lasts the whole night long. ...What are the lives of angels but dreams If they take no lovers into their rooms?
The candle casts deep shadows on the screen, The Milky Way dims and morning stars fade. Chang-O must regret stealing the elixir, As she broods in loneliness night after night.
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I am lying in a white-lined coat while the spring approaches,
But am thinking only of the White Gate City where I cannot be.
...There are two red chambers fronting the cold, hidden by the rain,
And a lantern on a pearl screen swaying my lone heart homeward.
...The long road ahead will be full of new hardship,
With, late in the nights, brief intervals of dream.
Oh, to send you this message, this pair of jade earrings!
I watch a lonely wildgoose in three thousand miles of cloud.