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"qin" poems
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! It's a cave-with a mouth so narrow that he has to crawl through; But then it opens wide again on a broad and level path -- And far beyond he faces clouds crowning a reach of trees, And thousands of houses shadowed round with flowers and bamboos.... Woodsmen tell him their names in the ancient speech of Han; And clothes of the Qin Dynasty are worn by all these people Living on the uplands, above the Wuling River, On farms and in gardens that are like a world apart, Their dwellings at peace under pines in the clear moon, Until sunrise fills the low sky with crowing and barking. ...At news of a stranger the people all assemble, And each of them invites him home and asks him where he was born. Alleys and paths are cleared for him of petals in the morning, And fishermen and farmers bring him their loads at dusk.... They had left the world long ago, they had come here seeking refuge; They have lived like angels ever since, blessedly far away, No one in the cave knowing anything outside, Outsiders viewing only empty mountains and thick clouds. ...The fisherman, unaware of his great good fortune, Begins to think of country, of home, of worldly ties, Finds his way out of the cave again, past mountains and past rivers, Intending some time to return, when he has told his kin. He studies every step he takes, fixes it well in mind, And forgets that cliffs and peaks may vary their appearance. ...It is certain that to enter through the deepness of the mountain, A green river leads you, into a misty wood. But now, with spring-floods everywhere and floating peachpetals -- Which is the way to go, to find that hidden source?
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A Song of Peach-Blossom River
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! It's a cave-with a mouth so narrow that he has to crawl through; But then it opens wide again on a broad and level path -- And far beyond he faces clouds crowning a reach of trees, And thousands of houses shadowed round with flowers and bamboos.... Woodsmen tell him their names in the ancient speech of Han; And clothes of the Qin Dynasty are worn by all these people Living on the uplands, above the Wuling River, On farms and in gardens that are like a world apart, Their dwellings at peace under pines in the clear moon, Until sunrise fills the low sky with crowing and barking. ...At news of a stranger the people all assemble, And each of them invites him home and asks him where he was born. Alleys and paths are cleared for him of petals in the morning, And fishermen and farmers bring him their loads at dusk.... They had left the world long ago, they had come here seeking refuge; They have lived like angels ever since, blessedly far away, No one in the cave knowing anything outside, Outsiders viewing only empty mountains and thick clouds. ...The fisherman, unaware of his great good fortune, Begins to think of country, of home, of worldly ties, Finds his way out of the cave again, past mountains and past rivers, Intending some time to return, when he has told his kin. He studies every step he takes, fixes it well in mind, And forgets that cliffs and peaks may vary their appearance. ...It is certain that to enter through the deepness of the mountain, A green river leads you, into a misty wood. But now, with spring-floods everywhere and floating peachpetals -- Which is the way to go, to find that hidden source?
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Round a turn of the Qin Fortress winds the Wei River, And Yellow Mountain foot-hills enclose the Court of China; Past the South Gate willows comes the Car of Many Bells On the upper Palace-Garden Road-a solid length of blossom; A Forbidden City roof holds two phoenixes in cloud; The foliage of spring shelters multitudes from rain; And now, when the heavens are propitious for action, Here is our Emperor ready-no wasteful wanderer.
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Looking Down in a Spring-rain
Old age think good quiet Everything not concern heart Self attend without great plan Empty know return old forest Pine wind blow undo belt Hill moon light pluck qin Gentleman ask end open reason Fisherman song enter riverbank deep Now in old age, I know the value of silence, The world's affairs no longer stir my heart. Turning to myself, I have no greater plan, All I can do is return to the forest of old. Wind from the pine trees blows my sash undone, The moon shines through the hills; I pluck the qin. You ask me why the world must rise and fall, Fishermen sing on the steep banks of the river.
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Replying to Subprefect Zhang
*when i was in St. Petersburg i must have picked up a Rasputin virus, a Siberian gnat bite... **** you not; the only misery i have is that my counterfeiting assailants were, at best, middle class, and not aristocratic.* no, honestly, after reading the style magazine with all its smooch bravado of resentment and care... i hash-tagged myself: yep it's trending... i've just about finished a 70cl bottle of whiskey ******* around with Dylan Thomas and St. George... draco ex cymru. but still it hits me, encoding sounds was never so hard... those clouds of sunset look so much better and multi-coloured when they do with sunglasses... i don't know what's in these sunglasses but i'm picking out pinks and purples... which i can't make out without the sunglasses... an L.S.D. trip or what? i wrote this faster than you'll read it, given the skim- aspect of literature, immediate journalistic recycling... they still love Shakespeare, don't know why, don't ask me why, it's an affair of the english education system... well... ploy... conspiracies are welcome posthumously and adequate intellectual material.... was it Marlowe or John Dee the Elizabethan era double O 7 alchemist to blame? never seen oxygen paired up like that! must be a crucifix miracle! desecrate christ subsequently desecrate all remnants of royal authority, **** into the crown of the governor of Liechtenstein: what? i need the loo! the idea of you teaching me manners is like you teaching me Hadrian's is synonymous with qin shi Huang's rattle; rattle meaning the broken spines of the bricklayers who levelled the ground around them with cement... and still the Mongol horde came! Scots looked at Hadrian's accomplishment and laughed drunk with a lullaby. the Mongols stretched their tongues saying: if Europe and Iraq to be ours, we have to climb that, no arrow will crumble it even if shot at the cracks! i love walls, esp. if they're like Malbork castle of red brick... once owned by Teutonic knights... i end up playing abstract chess with their brickwork, a strange arithmetic... girlfriend? what for? have you heard of the aces movement?
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
Marlowe and Dee and 70cl
*when i was in St. Petersburg i must have picked up a Rasputin virus, a Siberian gnat bite... **** you not; the only misery i have is that my counterfeiting assailants were, at best, middle class, and not aristocratic.* no, honestly, after reading the style magazine with all its smooch bravado of resentment and care... i hash-tagged myself: yep it's trending... i've just about finished a 70cl bottle of whiskey ******* around with Dylan Thomas and St. George... draco ex cymru. but still it hits me, encoding sounds was never so hard... those clouds of sunset look so much better and multi-coloured when they do with sunglasses... i don't know what's in these sunglasses but i'm picking out pinks and purples... which i can't make out without the sunglasses... an L.S.D. trip or what? i wrote this faster than you'll read it, given the skim- aspect of literature, immediate journalistic recycling... they still love Shakespeare, don't know why, don't ask me why, it's an affair of the english education system... well... ploy... conspiracies are welcome posthumously and adequate intellectual material.... was it Marlowe or John Dee the Elizabethan era double O 7 alchemist to blame? never seen oxygen paired up like that! must be a crucifix miracle! desecrate christ subsequently desecrate all remnants of royal authority, **** into the crown of the governor of Liechtenstein: what? i need the loo! the idea of you teaching me manners is like you teaching me Hadrian's is synonymous with qin shi Huang's rattle; rattle meaning the broken spines of the bricklayers who levelled the ground around them with cement... and still the Mongol horde came! Scots looked at Hadrian's accomplishment and laughed drunk with a lullaby. the Mongols stretched their tongues saying: if Europe and Iraq to be ours, we have to climb that, no arrow will crumble it even if shot at the cracks! i love walls, esp. if they're like Malbork castle of red brick... once owned by Teutonic knights... i end up playing abstract chess with their brickwork, a strange arithmetic... girlfriend? what for? have you heard of the aces movement?
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Melanie, an uncommon primate from Akhetaten, Her eyes burn with energy as coal, An aura that's so graceful; would bring humbleness, To even Pella's golden youth. She's sung in the streets of Xiangyang, With praises of a Qin princess. Rumour has it that a See once, Perpended dropping his Pallium for her matrimony. Why wouldn't she take these as mere compliments? Something well mastered by we mischievous mortals, We who would laud a Muse to skin bleaching. Why would she bethink herself divine? Just cause Vinci once portrayed, her as "The Black Madonna".
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Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC
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