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Meng Haoran Poems
Asleep in the Spring
Asleep in spring I did not heed the dawn Till the birds broke out singing everywhere. Last night, in the clamour of wind and rain, How many flowers have fallen
Taking Leave of Wang Wei
Slow and reluctant, I have waited Day after day, till now I must go. How sweet the road-side flowers might be If they did not mean good-bye, old friend.
Parting From Wang Wei
Quiet end what wait Day day must go return Wish seek fragrant grass go Grieve with old friend separated
On Returning at the Year's End to Zhongn...
I petition no more at the north palace-gate. ...To this tumble-down hut on Zhongnan Mountain I was banished for my blunders, by a wise ruler. I have been sick so long I see none of my friends.
A Spring Morning
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, Everywhere round me the singing of birds But now I remember the night, the storm, And I wonder how many blossoms were broken.
Spring sleep not wake dawn Everywhere hear cry bird Night come wind rain sound Flower fall know how many
To Buddhist Priest Yuan From Chang'an
One hillock often wish lie Three times hardship without money North land not my wish East forest think my master
Thoughts in Early Winter
Tree shed goose south cross North wind river on cold My home Xiang water bend Far distance Chu cloud edge Home tears travel in exhausted
On Climbing Orchid Mountain in the Autum...
On a northern peak among white clouds You have found your hermitage of peace; And now, as I climb this mountain to see you, High with the wildgeese flies my heart.
From Qin Country to the Buddhist Priest ...
How gladly I would seek a mountain If I had enough means to live as a recluse! For I turn at last from serving the State To the Eastern Woods Temple and to you, my master.
In Summer at the South Pavilion Thinking...
The mountain-light suddenly fails in the west, In the east from the lake the slow moon rises. I loosen my hair to enjoy the evening coolness And open my window and lie down in peace.
Evening. Anchoring at Hsuan-yang to See ...
Lofting sail a thousand miles I could not find a famous mountain. I moor my boat outside Hsuan-yang to gaze at last at Hsiang-lu peak.
To My Old Friend in Yangzhou From a Boat...
Mountain dark hear ape sorrow Dark blue river swift night flow Wind cry both banks leaves Moon shine one solitary boat
Thinking of Xin in South Pavilion on a S...
Mountain glow sudden west set Pond moon gradually east up Loose hair enjoy evening cool Open window lie idle spacious
Comments about Meng Haoran
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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Asleep in the Spring
Asleep in spring I did not heed the dawn
Till the birds broke out singing everywhere.
Last night, in the clamour of wind and rain, How many flowers have fallen
do you suppose?