All Poems
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Thinking of My Brothers in Shantung on the Ninth Day of the Ninth Month
© Wang Wei
Alone now in a strange country,
feeling myself a stranger,
On this bright festival day
I doubly pine for my kinsfolk.
A Song of a Girl from Loyang
© Wang Wei
There's a girl from Loyang in the door across the street,
She looks fifteen, she may be a little older.
...While her master rides his rapid horse with jade bit an bridle,
Her handmaid brings her cod-fish in a golden plate.
An Evening in the Mountains
© Wang Wei
After rain the empty mountain
Stands autumnal in the evening,
Moonlight in its groves of pine,
Stones of crystal in its brooks.
Lily Magnolia Enclosure
© Wang Wei
Autumn hill gather surplus shine
Fly bird chase before companion.
Colour green moment bright,
Sunset mist no fixed place.
A Farmhouse on the Wei River
© Wang Wei
In the slant of the sun on the country-side,
Cattle and sheep trail home along the lane;
And a rugged old man in a thatch door
Leans on a staff and thinks of his son, the herdboy.
Peach Blossom Journey
© Wang Wei
Fishing boat pursue water love hill spring
Both banks peach blossom arrive ancient river crossing
Travel look red tree not know far
Travel furthest blue stream not see people
Bamboo Adobe
© Wang Wei
I sit along in the dark bamboo grove,
Playing the zither and whistling long.
In this deep wood no one would know -
Only the bright moon comes to shine.
The Beautiful Xi Shi
© Wang Wei
Since beauty is honoured all over the Empire,
How could Xi Shi remain humbly at home? --
Washing clothes at dawn by a southern lake --
And that evening a great lady in a palace of the north:
Song of an Old General
© Wang Wei
When he was a youth of fifteen or twenty,
He chased a wild horse, he caught him and rode him,
He shot the white-browed mountain tiger,
He defied the yellow-bristled Horseman of Ye.
Random Poem
© Wang Wei
You also come from my home town,
You must know all the home town news.
At dawn, before the silken window,
Is it too cold for plum blossom to show?
Deer Enclosure
© Wang Wei
Empty hill not see person
Yet hear person voice sound
Return scene enter deep forest
Duplicate light green moss on
A Song of Peach-Blossom River
© Wang Wei
A fisherman is drifting, enjoying the spring mountains,
And the peach-trees on both banks lead him to an ancient source.
Watching the fresh-coloured trees, he never thinks of distance
Till he comes to the end of the blue stream and suddenly- strange men!
Remembrance
© Wang Wei
A red berry grows
in the south country --
The boughs are full of them
when spring arrives.
Sometimes I'd walk
© Wang Wei
Sometimes I'd walk,
walk far from home,
the things I've seen,
and I alone.
Farewell (II)
© Wang Wei
Hill at mutual escort stop
Day dusk shut wood door
Spring grass next year green
Prince offspring return not return
Farewell to Hsin Chien at Hibiscus Pavilion
© Wang Wei
A cold rain mingled with the river
at evening, when I entered Wu;
In the clear dawn I bid you farewell,
lonely as Ch'u Mountain.
A Green Stream.
© Wang Wei
I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers,
Borne by the channel of a green stream,
Rounding ten thousand turns through the mountains
On a journey of less than thirty miles....
