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REVIEW Poems of the Masters: China's Classic Anthology of T'ang and Sung Dynasty Verse î PDF, eBook or Kindle ePUB ¿ ❴KINDLE❵ ✽ Poems of the Masters: China's Classic Anthology of T'ang and Sung Dynasty Verse Author Red Pine – Helpyouantib.coMonastery in every village suareChiupu River Song by Li PaiMy white hair extends three milesthe sorrow of parting made it this longwho would guess to look in a mirrorwhere autumn frost comes fromRed Pine the pen name of writer and independent scholar Bill Porter is one of the world’s most respected of the Masters China's Classic Epubtranslators of Chinese literature bringing into English several of China’s central religious and literary texts Taoteching The Diamond Sutra Zen Teachings of Bodhidharma and Collected Songs of Cold Mountain He lives near Seattle Washingt. This was one of my first forays into Chinese poetry Superlative short verse The addition of notes for each poem and poet provides good insight into the period these are from The stories and commentaries of this point in China's history are uite intriguing Overall a very worthwhile addition to anyone's poetry collection

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Ime when poetry became the defining measure of human relationships and understandingAs Red Pine writes in his introduction Nothing was significant without a poem no social or ritual occasion no political or personal event was considered complete without a few well chosen words that summarized the complexities of the Chinese vision of reality and linked that vision with the beat of their hearts of the Masters PDFEPUB #195 Poetry’s greatest flowering was in the T’ang and Sung when suddenly it was everywhere in the palace in the street in every household every inn every. Borge's raised the possibility that what if all poets are one poets Arguably that is not his original thought The concept of the author is still uite modern But still what if These poems can be read in that direction or appreciated individually as the work of different individual poets who composed very economic poems throughout many years

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Poems of the Masters China's Classic Anthology of T'ang and Sung Dynasty VerseBilingual ChineseEnglishPoetry is China’s greatest art and for the Masters PDF #201 the past eight centuries Poems of the Masters has been that country’s most studied and memorized collection of verse For the first time ever in English here is the complete text with an introduction and extensive notes by renowned translator Red Pine Over one hundred poets are represented in this bilingual edition including many of China’s celebrated poets Li Pai Wang Wei Tu Fu Wang Po and Ou Poems of PDFEPUByang Hsiu Poems of the Masters was compiled during the Sung dynasty – a t. Meng Hao jan 689 740Sleeping in spring oblivious of dawn everywhere I hear birds after the wind and rain last night I wonder how many petals fell Li Pai 701–762Before my bed the light is so bright it looks like a layer of frost lifting my head I gaze at the moon lying back down I think of home My white hair extends three miles the sorrow of parting made it this long looking in a mirror who would guess where autumn frost comes from Dark hills stretch beyond the north rampart clear water circles the city’s east wallfrom this place where farewell begins a tumbleweed leaves on a thousand mile journey drifting clouds in a traveler’s thoughts the setting sun in an old friend’s heart as we wave and say goodbyeour parting horses neigh Ch’en Tzu ang 661–702As black smoke coils from silver candles we raise gold cups across silk mats our thoughts are like zithers in this hall of parting following a path over mountains and streams the bright moon sinks below tall trees the River of Stars vanishes at dawn the road to Loyang leads so far away what year will it lead back again Tu Fu 712–770Visiting my father in East District I finally looked out from South Tower clouds stretched beyond Taishan to the sea barren land spread through Hsu and Chingchou the outline of the stele of Ch’in was still there the walls of Lu Palace were rubble I’ve always been drawn to the past but this time my heart trembled Wang An shih 1021–1086Firecracker sounds chase the Year away spring wind infuses herbal wine with warmth outside countless doorways in the rising sun new peach prints are pasted over last year’s charms Lin Hung fl 1250At court the royal robes reflect the sun and moon banner shadows move like dragons on the inkstones the length and breadth of rites and music in three thousand words line the cinnabar steps before the sun goes down Su Shih 1037–1101The East Wind gently spreads her celestial glow the moon slips behind her veil of perfumed mist afraid this flower won’t stay up much longer I light a tall candle to view her crimson face Yeh Shao weng fl 1200–1250It must be because he hates clogs on his moss I knocked ten times still his gate stayed closed but spring can’t be kept locked in a garden a branch of red blossoms reached past the wall Chu Shu chen d 1233Whenever intertwined branches bloom the jealous wind and rain strip away their flowers if only the King of Green could perpetuate his rule they wouldn’t end up scattered across the moss Ts’ai Ch’ueh 1037–1093A paper screen a stone pillow a suare bamboo bed a book falls from my hand during a midday dream I wake up pleased and smile to myself at the sound of a fisherman’s flute on the waves Lu Mei p’o Sung dynastyThe plum and the snow both claim the springa poet gives up trying to decide the plum must admit the snow is three times whiter but the snow can’t match a wisp of plum perfume The plum without the snow isn’t very special and snow without a poem is simply commonplace at sunset when the poem is done then it snows again together with the plum they complete the spring Huang T’ing chien 1045–1105Peach and plum trees smile on Chingming Day weed choked fields and graves can only sigh thunder wakes the serpents in the earth and sky rain fills the countryside with tender new plants one begged for funeral scraps and tried to fool his wife another died in flames rather than be enfeoffed after a thousand years was the fool or wise man right both share the same bramble covered hills Kao Chu fl 1200Hillsides north and south are overrun with graves sweeping rites on Chingming are nothing but a mess paper ashes fly like snow white butterflies tears from broken hearts stain azaleas red foxes sleep in tombs once the sun goes down children play in lamplight on the way back home who has wine this life should drink until they’re drunk no drop has ever reached the ninefold springs below