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More Translations from the Chinese: Po Chü-i: Hearin...

Arthur WaleyChinese PoetryClassical Chinese Literature

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When the sun rose I was still lying in bed; An early oriole sang on the roof of my house. For a moment I thought of the Royal Park at dawn When the Birds of Spring greeted their Lord from his trees. I remembered the days when I served before the Throne Pencil in hand, on duty at the Ch‘ēng-ming; 1 At the height of spring, when I paused an instant from work, Morning and evening, was this the voice I heard?