Tao Chien Poems
- Ninth Day, Ninth Month Slowly autumn comes to an ...
- 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 ...
- Idle Living Though life is brief, feeling is ...
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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Ninth Day, Ninth Month
Slowly autumn comes to an end.
Painfully cold a dawn wind thicks the dew.
Grass round here will not be green again,
Trees and leaves are already suffering.
The clear air is drained and purified
And the high white sky’s a mystery.
Nothing’s left of the cicada’s sound.
Flying geese break the heavens’ silence.
The Myriad Creatures rise and return.
How can life and death not be hard?
From the beginning all things have to die.
Thinking of it can bruise the heart.
What can I do to lighten my thoughts?
Solace myself drinking the last of this wine.