| Chinese Poetry |
| Spring Night Su Tung-P�o Spring night - one hour worth a thousand gold coins; clear scent of flowers, shadowy moon. Songs and flutes upstairs - threads of sound; in the garden, a swing, where night is deep and still. |
| How Much Regret? Li Yu How much regret, In a dream last night? I wandered back to my hunting lodge, as in the past: The chariots ran on like a stream And the horses galloped like flying dragons. The blossoms, the moonlight and teh gentle wind were the joy of spring. How many tears On my face and cheeks? I should not tell the secret in my heart, Nor should you play the phoenix flute while our eyes are still wet. For that would be too much to endure. |
| To A Husband Su Wu Since you and I Exchanged the vows that made us one, No shadow of distrust has marred our love. Yet that hateful night Crept on us unaware Put an end to happiness, And tore you from my arms. You, ever fearing, ever watching For the hour of the march, Stood long Looking out into the night. The bright stars had long since hidden In the deep heavens, And the heavy darkness hung blacker still. You took me in your arms and said: "Farewell! The battle calls, And only Heaven knows If we shall meet again!" How tight you held my hand! I can see yet The tear that fell upon it, And those words you whispered last I treasure still: "Do not forget the hours of life and love That we have shared. If I live, I shall surely come back to you. If I die, Remember That all my thoughts have always been of you." |
 |
 |
 |