All Poems
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Tz'u No. 15
© Li Ching Chao
Thousands of light flakes of crushed gold
for its blossoms,
Trimmed jade for its layers of leaves.
This flower has the air of scholar Yen Fu.
How brilliant!
Tz'u No. 13
© Li Ching Chao
Year by year, in the snow,
I have often gathered plum flowers,
intoxicated with their beauty.
Fondling them impudently
I got my robe wet with their lucid tears.
Tz'u No. 12
© Li Ching Chao
The wind ceases; fallen flowers pile high.
Outside my screen, petals collect in heaps of red
and snow-white.
Tz'u No. 11
© Li Ching Chao
It was far into the night when, intoxicated,
I took off my ornaments;
The plum flower withered in my hair.
Tz'u No. 10 (Exile)
© Li Ching Chao
Soft breezes, mild sunshine,
spring is still young.
The sudden change of the light
brightened my spirit.
Tz'u No. 1
© Li Ching Chao
To the tune "Courtyard Filled with Fragrance"Fragrant grass beside the pond
green shade over the hall
a clear cold comes through
the window curtains
To the Tune of
© Li Ching Chao
The blossoms drift on, the water flows.
There is the same yearning of the heart,
But it abides in two places.
There is no way to drive away this yearning:
Driven from the eyebrows,
It enters the heart.
To the Tune
© Li Ching Chao
Breeze soft, sun frail, spring still early.
In a new lined dress my heart was refreshed,
But when I rose from sleep I felt a chill.
I put plum blossoms in my hair.
To Lord Hu
© Li Ching Chao
I send blood-stained tears to the mountains and rivers of home,
And sprinkle a cup of earth on East Mountain.
I imagine when Your Lordship, His Majesty's envoy, upholding the Imperial spirit,
passes through our two capitals, K'ai Feng and Lo Yang,
Thousands of people would line the streets and present tea and broth
to welcome you....
The Sun Sets in Molten Gold
© Li Ching Chao
The sun sets in molten gold.
The evening clouds form a jade disk.
Where is he?
Dense white mist envelops the willows.
The Double Ninth Festival
© Li Ching Chao
The coolness of midnight
penetrates my screen of sheer silk
and chills my pillow of jade.
Sorrow of Departure
© Li Ching Chao
Red lotus incense fades on
The jeweled curtain. Autumn
Comes again. Gently I open
My silk dress and float alone
Sorrow
© Li Ching Chao
To the melody of "Sheng Sheng Man"I pine and peak
And questless seek
Groping and moping to linger and languish
Anon to wander and wonder, glare, stare and start
Our Boat Starts At Night
© Li Ching Chao
Great ships sail only for profit
Only small boats come here because of your fame.
The passers-by are embarrassed by your virtue.
So in the night we steal by the place where you used to fish.
Autumn Love
© Li Ching Chao
Search. Search. Seek. Seek.
Cold. Cold. Clear. Clear.
Sorrow. Sorrow. Pain. Pain.
Hot flashes. Sudden chills.
At a Poetry Party I Am Given the Rhyme Chih
© Li Ching Chao
Although I've studied poetry for thirty years
I try to keep my mouth shut and avoid reputation.
Now who is this nosy gentleman talking about my poetry
Like Yang Ching-chih
Who spoke of Hsiang Ssu everywhere he went.
As in a Dream
© Li Ching Chao
Last night in the light rain as rough winds blew,
My drunken sleep left me no merrier.
I question one that raised the curtain, who
Replies: "The wild quince trees -- are as they were."
But no, but no!
Their rose is waning, and their green leaves grow.
A Song of Departure
© Li Ching Chao
Warm rain and soft breeze by turns
Have just broken
And driven away the chill.
Moist as the pussy willows,
A Morning Dream
© Li Ching Chao
Although this might not help the Emperor to govern,
It is endless happiness.
The life of men could be like this.
