Poems begining by T
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Tz'u No. 4
© Li Ching Chao
After a deep sleep, still not recovered
from the lingering effect of wine,
I inquired of the one rolling up the screen;
But the answer came: "The cherry-apple blossoms
are still the same."
Tz'u No. 3
© Li Ching Chao
To the tune "Red Lips"Tired of swinging
indolent
I rise with a slender hand
put right
Tz'u No. 2 (Wine Joy)
© Li Ching Chao
To the tune "As in a Dream"I have long remembered
the pavilion
on the stream
the falling sun
Tz'u No. 18
© Li Ching Chao
Thin mist, dense clouds, a grief-stricken day;
auspicious incense burns in the gold animal.
Once again, it is the joyous mid-autumn festival,
but a midnight chill
touches my jade pillow and silk bed-screen.
Tz'u No. 17 (He Is Gone)
© Li Ching Chao
They say that at the Twin Brooks
spring is still fair.
I, too, wish to row a boat there.
But I am afraid that the little skiff
on the Twin Brooks
Could not bear the heavy load of my grief.
Tz'u No. 16 (Bajiao)
© Li Ching Chao
Who planted the Bajiao tree under my windows?
Its shade fills the courtyard;
Its shade fills the courtyard...
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.
The Day Of Doom
© Michael Wigglesworth
Still was the night, Serene & Bright,
when all Men sleeping lay;
Calm was the season, & carnal reason
thought so 'twould last for ay.
The Dependencies
© Howard Nemerov
This morning, between two branches of a tree
Beside the door, epeira once again
Has spun and signed his tapestry and trap.
I test his early-warning system and
Threshold
© Howard Nemerov
When in still air and still in summertime
A leaf has had enough of this, it seems
To make up its mind to go; fine as a sage
Its drifting in detachment down the road.
