Voices from the T'ang

[Jim Taylor]

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Jim Taylor
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From: Charles Gavette <timbukt2 at excite.com>
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Sent: Sunday, March 28, 1999 5:25 AM
Subject: Voices from the T'ang


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>                    Of One In The Forbidden City
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>  When the moonlight reaching a tree by the gate,
>  Shows her a quiet bird on its nest,
>  She removes her jade hairpins and sits in the shadow
>  And puts out a flame where a moth was flying.
>                                     Zhang Hu
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>                     From An Upper Story
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>  The Silken river, bright with spring floats between earth and heaven
>  Like a line of cloud by the jade Peak, between ancient days and now.
>  ....Though that State is established for a while as firm as the North
Star
>  And bandits dare not venture from the western hills,
>  Yet sorry in the twilight for the woes of a long-vanished Emperor,
>  I am singing the song his Premier sang when still unestranged from the
> mountain.
>                             Du Fu
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>                          In Her Quiet Window
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>  Too young to have learned what sorrow means,
>  Attired for spring, she climbs to her high chamber....
>  The new green of the street-willows is wounding her heart-
>  Just for a title she sent him to war.
>                                     Wang Changling
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>                      The Eight-Sided Fortress
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>  The Three Kingdoms, divided, have been bound by his greatness.
>  The Eight-Sided Fortress is founded on his fame;
>  Beside the changing river, it stands stony as his grief
>  That he never conquered the Kingdom of Wu.
>                                         Du Fu
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>                         Passing Through Huaiyin
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>  Lords of the capital, sharp, unearthly,
>  The Great Flower's three points pierce through heaven.
>  Clouds are parting above the Temple of the Warring Emperor,
>  Rain dries on the mountain, on the Giant's Palm.
>  Ranges and rivers are the strength of this western gate,
>  Whence roads and trails lead downward into China.
>  ....O pilgrim of fame, O seeker of profit,
>  Why not remain here and lengthen your days?
>                                          Cui Hao
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>                            A Poor Girl
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>  Living under a thatch roof, never waering fragrant silk,
>  She longs to arrange a marriage, but how can she dare?
>  Who would know her simple face the lovliest of them all
>  When we choose for worldliness, not for worth?
>  Her fingers embroider beyond compare,
>  But she cannot vie with painted brows;
>  And year after year she has sewn gold thread
>  On bridal robes for other girls.
>                                Qin Taoyu
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>                    A Mooring On The Qin Huai River
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>  Mist veils the cold stream, and moonlight, the sand,
>  As I moor in the shadow of a river-tavern,
>  Where girls, with no thought of a perished kingdom,
>  Gaily echo A Song Of Courtyard Flowers.
>                                    Tu Mu
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>                        There Is Only One
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>  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.
>                                  Li Shangyin
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>                    A Song Of The Southern River
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>  Since I married the merchant of Qutang
>  He has failed each day to keep his word....
>  Had I thought how regular the tide is,
>  I might rather have chosen a river-boy.
>                                  Li Yi
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>                        To One Un-Named
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>  Will your shy face peer round a moon-shaped fan,
>  And your voice be heard hushing the rattle of my carriage?
>                                   Li Shangyin
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