 The Gorgeous of the Yengzi by Shen Zhuangxi, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org. The magic hill soars out of sight, piled up in weird, fantastic form. In each ravine such shadowy night as comes from wind and rain and storm. In each abyss the gloom of hell where ghouls and hideous devils dwell. In the triple gorge from high the moon sheds down a kind of dawn. In spring the rivers nine foam by. What else of wild is here forlorn, oh, ask not me. He who in dream its spirit saw would fit her seam. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. In the spring by Wang Chengling, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org. Within her peaceful chamber no care the maid oppressed, until the verdant tower she climbed one springtide gaily dressed. The stir of sprouting foliage beyond the street she saw. Regret she'd send her love to fame rose swelling in her breast. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Longing by Cheng Chuling, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org. Since ah you went away, what grief my mind can sway. I yearn like the moon at full. Am duller day by day. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Solitary by Cheng Chuling, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org. Left from deep ocean to seek the far Northland, soars on broad pinions the lonely wild swan. Below him he hears the loud clang of the marshes, yet dare not descend their dread waters upon. As he passes high sailing he notes in the pearl tree, two halions are building their beautiful dome, high up in the glittering branches they build it, that no jealous bullet may reach their bright home. Through it is that riches attract the ill-wisher, and God's too resentful the high-placed must rule, yet I who but wander alone and deserted can never awaken the hunter's hallow. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Waterfall by Cheng Chuling, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org. Left from the red earth cliff rushing the waterfall high, sheer from the azure aether, half way up to the sky, under the scattered trees plunges with rock and roar, sprays like another bank of clouds to the zenith's soar. There in the sunlight dances the rainbow-iris form, the sky is blue yet is heard the crash of the rain and storm. The hills in sympathy blend, their beautiful colors glow, mingle the earth in the sky and the waters hollow bow. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Carpe Ores by Shen Xuao, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org. I see the flowers of this year as good as those of last, but oh the maid of last year this year is aging fast. The maid, unlike the blossom, her youth must not renew. You fail the last to gather up the bloom ere it was passed. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Desolation by Sven Sun, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org. Dismounting from my horse I climb the city's girdling wall. The town of Ye, of old so fair, is wild and ruined all. The zeffers blow, the corpse fires glow about each shattered hall. While done the twilight follows on the sun sets cloudy pawl, before the southern angle stands the brazen tower of yore. The river's flow must eastward go, returning nevermore. The palace courts are waste and lone, no football echoes there. How sadly spring its flowers must bring to each deserted door. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. To Tu Fu by Sven Sun, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org. To Shen Tu Lo, as greeting a new year verse I send, a pity him who from his home of banished age must spend, the fresh green shoots of willow I cannot bear to see, the plum tree full of blossom my very vitals rend. As prefect here in Sichuan, I have no grasp of things, with thousand fears and worries my anxious duty stings. This new year we are distant far, I merely dream of you, but who can tell if next year another meeting brings? Like him who on the eastern hills for thirty years had slept, for chance from age my book and sword to scatter dust have crept. Two thousand pickles salary, although my dotage when, ah, had I only, free as you, my power of roaming kept. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Recollection by Wen Ting Sun, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org. Alone upon this river tower, what gloomy thoughts my heart devour, like waters still the moon beams flow, the river joins the sky below. But where are they who with me came to gaze upon her lambent flame? The scene is much like last year's, yet those gone, how can my heart forget? End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Sprigs of Willow, an allusion by Wen Ting Sun. Beside the hall of He Xi by Yang Cheng's city wall, the Willow branches stretch their hands, and mute appeal to all. Their shadows on the river with those of sales compete, their nearer bendings brush the bank with salutation sweet. What bound the wanderer's heartstrings and bade him turn again, was not the verdeur of the grass-all lush with vernal rain. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Translated by W.J.B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Kevin S. The failing of the moonlight, the callin' crow awakes, and glitters all the sky above with shining frosty flakes. The maples on the riverbank, the lamps, the fishers bare, cast gloomy shadows through the night that vexed our rest with care. From yonder, chill hill temple, by Su Chao's ancient town, the sudden booming of the bell, the midnight calling down, comes with a clang that startles our ship-borne comrades' ears. Imaginations pulses beat quick with shadowy fears. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Translated by W.J.B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Kevin S. That I am duly married assuredly, you know, and yet to me you send as gift twin pearls of mystic glow. For this your kind devotion my heart must grateful be. I hung within my red silk vests those pearls I might not show. My dwelling is a lofty one within a stately dome. My husband is a soldier who guards the emperor's home. I recognize your love is bright as shiny sun or moon. Yet swear to serve my husband, and never from him, Rome. With your bright pearls I send again, twin tears is crystal clear, regretting that we had not met her fortune placed me here. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. A Village Scene by Shu Kung Shu. Translated by W.J.B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Kevin S. Returning from my fishing my skiff I left unbound. The moonlight brings sweet slumber on all the village round. Though by the wind all night pursued my shallop cannot stray, his grounded were the rushes and shallow ripples play. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Song of the Willow Flowers by Heshe Neng. Translated by W.J.B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Kevin S. Cast into life without an object born, a willow catkins by times at his torn. Ah, what fond tree has cast you on the air to fly with spring into my yard for lorn. At morn your carpet hides the flagstone's bear, your sunlit gliding shadows wake, no care. The butterflies are shrouded in your clouds as well as those ascending heavens stare. The river bears you to the ocean's breast, for clogging rain amid the dust has pressed. Oh, when the day of love and joy be come, may you as lightly on my bosom rest. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Falling Leaf by Heshe Neng. Translated by W.J.B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Kevin S. From heaven's height a flake of shadow glides, a light leaf idly sailing downward goes, is wafted by the zephyrs of the earth. Which tree is it that first the autumn shows? Its color changed, the yellow must be nigh, the woods it left are glossy yet with green, alone it floats upon the water clear, or alone descends upon the pass unseen. At sight of it, a sadness touches me. This seariness will not end with one, I fear, so far from thee, my heart a vacant moon. Why wish to know another sorrow near? End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Moon Thoughts by Chang Zhou Xui. Translated by W.J.B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Kevin S. Over a river by the ocean floating that flows not for the tide, the moon up rises on the water's motion with equal kingdom wide. The ocean's face is radiant with her glory, perfumed through flowery banks the river flows, and in serpents with a winding desultory. By flowering woods the gleam is pure as snow, so white that ivory no out lawn shows. Nor see in the white sand on the shore thereby. The fleckless sky meets with the stainless sea, and wheel-large floats in vast eternity, the moon upon the flawless crystal sky. Whom by this river first beheld her face? Whom by this river did the moon first see? On many generations of his race have come and passed into infinity, while she rode lightly in immensity. I do not know for whom her beams always shine, but the river waters flow away, and one white fleck of cloud them follows too, tracing their windings with its pearly hue. Tonight who floats upon the tiny skiff, from what high tower yearns out upon the night the dear beloved in the pale moonlight, alone so lonely with the lonely moon. In the deep chamber where her hair she braids and where the moon oft kissed her arms entwined, where are we parted, though she rolls the blind and inward steps the moon, with silent pace? Or noiseless gazes on her thoughtful face, when busied in the working of her maids? To each unknown our thoughts go forth to meet. How would I ride the moon-beams to thy feet? The wild swans and the geese go sailing by, but rob not any brightness from the sky, and vicious ripples on the water pleat. Last night when dreaming, ah, I seemed to see that many flowers had fallen by this stream. And lo, I moan, already spring will flee, and I can barely see thee in a dream. The waters bear away the spring, and now but scattered stars remain upon the bow. The moon is sinking to her western hall, darkened and drooping in the seamless fall. From thee to me I cannot tell how far, how many with the moon home wandered are I cannot tell, but as the shadowy trees stir on the stream with signs in loan, so sighs my soul to thee, my own, my own. And a poem this recording is in the public domain, Spring in the Haram by Chu Tao Yun, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Kevin S. My husband to the wars is gone, and I a cloak for him would make, to wrap him from that rugged clon, lest bitter cold his slumbers break, but when I tried to cut the words of happy spring as omen fair, the chilling breath at winter leaves, benumbed and left me helpless there. If cold am I far colder thou upon those desert plains and bare, thou locus for thy cloak and I of sending it to spare. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Once comes the spring by Hoh Shwing Shane, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Kevin S. If thou would snow from once the spring is born, it rises from the virtues of the trees, its low approach to willows first it tells, crossing the mountains, wakes the sleeping plum, entering the snows it melts their silver flowers, ungeals the ice, loosens the water's grass. At dawn it comes all holy from the east, at night to east the dipper's handle turns, its balmy breath and vasty space renewed comes in rejoicing with the newborn song, but ere it spreads oar its mantle green it needs the sun to mount the tower of pride. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The Neglected Beauty by Wong Chung Ling, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org Then colors of the peony my raiment is more fair, the breeze across the palace lake takes fragrance from my hair. My love is hidden in my breast, a fan conceals my pain, a clear moon in an autumn night, I wait my lord in vain. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Leave Me Not by Mung Chow, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org You wish to go, and yet your robe I hold. Where are you going? Tell me, dear, today. Your late returning does not anger me, but that another steal your heart away. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. An Invitation by Jing Xianqi, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org An Invitation by Jing Xianqi, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org As a break of daylight chirping comes the robin to my cell, as in spring the whistle through twitters, on the eaves so blithe and shrill. So you, hover, never enter, keep me waiting, waiting still. When ratatat the drums awake and sleep the city flees, I see the garden flunting fair with new set cherry trees. Last night a myriad blooms were born, whose tender pink the flushing dawn reflects in coloured seas. I've brought a goodly store of wine, the second moon the spring divine. The time to fill the chalice high is come, and when we've drunken deep, will we at moonlight vigil-keep, yea till she fade and wax again, shall you rejoicing here remain. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Hope by Lee Sheng Yin, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Kevin S. The dawn is clear, no breath the dew to shake, and at the window I alone await, missed the smiling flowers the orioles sing, if not for me for whom this happy spring. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The Spring by Chang Chung Su, translated by J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. The geese and lofty flight recross the Tai Ye Lake, and in the emperor's garden all the new buds break. The year brings light to every place, if palace or of cot, but no one knows what colours yet the spring will take. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The Autumn Moon by Tu Shen Yang, translated by J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. In autumn sky high floats the silver moon, one mourner gazes on the lonely night. Her bow now bent into a crescent, soon will fan like open to a globe of light. Such dazzling purity how many doves have tear-like laved. With awe what icy thrill thy shining frozen surface still imbrews, the breeze that pierces with a sudden chill this summer garb of mine. Such shutters rend the heart the quivers for the distant friend. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Absence by Wei Cheng Ting, translated by J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. My eagerness chases the sun and the moon. I number the days till I reach my home. The winds of autumn they wait not for me, but hurry on thither where I would be. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Ehue Fugases by Wei Cheng Ting, translated by J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. Mournfully, mournfully rose the long river, saddened, awe saddened the stranger's breasts. The flowers as they fall his fate recall, as each flutters down in the earth to rest. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The hero remembered the old mother's meal. This tell that I tell happened ages ago. The tomb that he built her the fuel gatherers know, of that dynasty only the rivers yet flow. With islet grown frog-bite the passers adore. The goat-sucker wails on the high wooded shore. The spring makes the grasses as verdant I feel, as when princely hanshin passed by here of yore. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. A Winter Scene by Liu Cheng Ting, translated by J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. The daylight far is dawning across the purple hill, and white the houses of the poor with winter's breathing chill. The house dog sudden barking, which hears the wicket go, greets us at night returning through driving gale and snow. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The Autumn Festival by Wang Chen, translated by J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. The slanting moonbeams light the court. The crows roost in the bowers. Without a sound the chilly dew has wet the Keisha flowers. Upon the moon to-night so clear all human eyes must gaze. But what fawn breast will ponder on the coming autumn days? End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The Ancient Palace by Wang Qian, translated by J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. The Ancient Palace lies in desolation spread. The very garden flowers in solitude grow red. Only some withered dames with whiteened hair remain, who sit there idly talking of mystic monarch's dead. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The Xi Xi's Washington by Lu Ying, translated by J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. When Xi Xi steeped her yarn beside the pearling brook, like mosses on her washing-stone, men's hearts with yearning shook. But then she went to Ku Su, and thence returned no more, for whom do peach and plum trees bloom along the vernal shore. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Peach Flower Care by Chang Hu Xiu, translated by J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. We caught mid the wreathing mist, a glimpse of the spanning bridge, and asked of the fishing boats by the jetty's western ridge. The peach flowers float, they said, all day down the gushing stream, by the clear torrent side is the Peach Flower Cave Redeem. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Disappointment by Xu Chun, translated by J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. From the sea the swallow flying to his nest sees the silver sunlight sloping to the west, homes of the five nobles noting from afar where the gates of refuge ought to stand ajar. But ah, those halls are barred and fast, no footstep enters there, the eastern wind has overcast the bloom it brought to bear. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Phallex Puer by Tzu-ui Kuo-Fu, translated by J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. The golden steps, ah, I had swept so clean, the frost I brushed away was white as snow. He came not, to my room I entering the curtains drew, and touched the lute sweet string. To see the autumn moon were double woe. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The Tower by Yong Shingo, translated by J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. The wye trees nodding blossoms the city girdle round, the night rain from the hills has brought the river's bubbling sound. In autumn's gale from sheltered ways each horse and cart has fled. Alone on this high tower I feel the ghosts of nations dead. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Anchored at Night by Tzu-Mu, translated by J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. The mist half hides the water-chill, the moonlit sand gleamed dim. At night we anchored on the wye beside a hostile trim. The singing girls know nothing of a fallen nation's shame. Their lay of love amidst the flowers across the river came. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Regrets by Chao Koo, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Chad Horner. Regrets by Chao Koo, upon the river-tower alone how sorrowful am I. The moonbeams join the water, the water meets the sky. All those who came this moon to view, ah, whether are they gone? This scene appears to me like one of age's long gone by. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The Breeze in Tower by Lu Ting Chi, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Linda Marie Nielsen, Vancouver, BC. The Breeze in Tower looks down upon the lone abandoned grave. The dust of Sao Sao's hair reposes by the river's wave. Towards this sunset gazing their glory we deplore. A dream of their sweet dancing girls, fond memory haunts us more. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Your Garden Flower, a Serenade by Wang Piao, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Linda Marie Nielsen, Vancouver, BC. How early to your garden comes the spring. How all your woods are filled with flowers fair. Like guards they smile upon their mistress, dear, and sweetly stoop to brush my lady's hair. The earth is happy in your near abode. Your bounteous heaven scatters rain and dew. The butterflies come thronging to your light, and birds at evening wake from dreams of you. I inly feel your sun my heart has sought, and yearn amid your lofty clouds to soar. What other place appears not dark beside, the peach and plum trees leading to your door. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Linda Marie Nielsen, Vancouver, BC. The milky way is shining as bright as pearling frost. The water lilies fragrance in northern winds is lost. Beside a lonely lamp she weaves and hides her love away. Her tear she writes to note how slow the clock drips out the day. The moonlit clouds are floating like mist before the eaves. The wild goose flaps as clawing the crow his roosting leaves. Ah, what young wife is working a lovebird on her loom. An inlaid silken screen conceals her inner sleeping room. Beside the lucent window she hears the falling leaves, alas for her whose solitude a lover's absence grieves. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Moon Dream by Kayo She, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Linda Marie Nielsen, Vancouver, BC. Cool rides the moon in night's clear space. My floating skiff is aimless still. Dream lost in wastes of waves and wind. With autumn I recloth the hill. That autumn trembles to the fall. Makes grief the wanderer's bosom thrill. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. None shall be alone in his appointed times. By Kayo She, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Chad Horner. In glory kings have flourished here, and wise men came to view their state. Behold the vista of the years. A ruined tower recalls their fate. Throughout all space the winds of woe, the ripened grass lay desolate. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Rustic Felicity by Chu Quang, the First, translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Linda Marie Nielsen, Vancouver, BC. My little farm five score of silk-trees grows, and acres five of grain in ordered rows. Thus having food and clothing and to spare, my bounty often with my friends I share. This summer brings the koo-mee rice so fine. Crescent the mums in autumn spice the wine. My jolly spouse is glad my friends to see, and my young son obeys me readily. At eve I dawdle in the garden fair, with elms and willows shaded everywhere. When wine elated night forbids me stay, through door and window grateful breezes play. Bright shawl and plain I see the milky way, and high and low the bear or heaven sway. As yet intact some bottles bear their seal, and shall tomorrow their contents reveal. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The Amazon Cart by Wu P. Translated by W. J. B. Fletcher, read for LibriVox.org by Linda Marie Nielsen, Vancouver, BC. A training scheme a stranger brought, which used would make you Lord of Wu. The general was a lovely maid, her helm all gold and jewels inlaid. As she the marshals baton swayed, and told them what to do. Her soldiers all were ladies fair, and as they turned them round, the wind and rain about their waist their jewelry rattled, when, in haste, to sound off-drum the army raced, like snowy paddles or the ground, the powder flu and purling dew ran down in rivers rare. They wished to laugh, but do not dare, lest they should lose their heads. You say that this is but a dream, but if this sun sees clever scheme, we're used again to day, I deem, we'd sleep safe in our beds. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. And for this cause the pearl was thrown away and offering to fate, for it had lost its purity to serve, as mere ornament to your prince's car, and when it plunged again within the gulf, such as no more could more, had not a fairy serpent spat it forth, what hope it could regain its element? It's unlike Sank, where western deeps reflect the starry firmament, so far it went, not all its force its own, who, covets, never can with such compare to honour, frugal, virtue, would you learn, grasp, wisdoms, jewels, rare. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Still chill flows the water with dread. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. One glance around the sky he gave, pushed off to middle stream, the mystic case retain him not, the clouds his pilot same. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. When all our fellows be, can I alone sit in sobriety? End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Is lovelier than I, once held so fair, his face reflects the glory of the sun that rises there. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Within the western quarter upon this lofty tower, the beacon fire lies ready against the faded hour. Across the yellow twilight upon its sea breeze wings, the stir of coming autumn its melancholy brings. Above the pass and o'er the hills the lonely moon is bright, and thrills to hear my homesick flute cry welling through the night. The thought of our sweet chamber, the longing and the smiles, why should they come to vex me across so many miles? End of poem this recording is in the public domain. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. About the garden flies at dusk an aimless crow or two, a house or two are scattered round as far as I can view. The trees not knowing all have gone, that they alone are left, their flowers with returning spring as formerly renew. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Parting by Chang Chen translated by W. J. B. Fletcher readforliberfox.org by Chad Horner. Parting by Chang Chen. Bright blue the flowers, the willow weeps beside the river clear. Within the groove a wing is stirred by severe breathing near. If on this bank amid such scenes, fun sorrow fills my heart, what grief must murder all my breast on yonder shore to part? End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The Hall of Silence by Chang Chen translated by W. J. B. Fletcher readforliberfox.org by Chad Horner. The Hall of Silence by Chang Chen. Where the sun's eye first peers above the pines, on the ancient temple early daylight shines, to retirement guiding leads the winding way, round the cell of silence flowers and foliage stray, hark the birds rejoicing in the mountain light, like one's dim reflection on a pool at night, low the heart is melted, wavering out of sight, all is hushed to silence, harmony is still, the bell's low chime alone whispers round the hill. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. In Mongolia by Wang Chi Hung translated by W. J. B. Fletcher readforliberfox.org by Linda Marie Nielsen Vancouver, B.C. The Yellow River rises far from Fleecy Cloudland Tost. Mid-peak so high our tiny town to sleight is almost lost. Why need my mongrel flute bewail the elm and willow mist? Beyond the yew men pass, the breath of spring has never crossed. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The flute that wails by night by Lee I translated by W. J. B. Fletcher readforliberfox.org by Linda Marie Nielsen Vancouver, B.C. Below the hooey low peak the sand shines clear and white as snow. Around Soo Chang City, like frost, the moonbeams flow, who blows yawn wailing reedy flute, who echo shrills my ear, and tunes the warrior's heart all night to dream of home so dear. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Yang Q. E. Fei in Disgrace by Lee I translated by W. J. B. Fletcher readforliberfox.org by Linda Marie Nielsen Vancouver, B.C. With fresh and dew the flowers are damp in spring tides fragrant flowers. In Chao Yang Court the sound of songs disturbs the moonlit hours. As slow as if it held the sea-drips on the water-clock, its tedious dripping seems to me the long-drawn night to mock. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The dullness of the harem by Soo Ma Lee translated by W. J. B. Fletcher readforliberfox.org by Linda Marie Nielsen Vancouver, B.C. The willows interlacing the gilded mansion hide. At dawn the orial sorrow trills through all the palace wide. The flowers from year to year that fall, what mortal eye can view, still carried with their spring away upon the moat's dull tide. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The Ruin City by Louie Yu Hui translated by W. J. B. Fletcher readforliberfox.org by Hills Enclosed surrounded by its ancient country fair revealing when the tide recedes its desolation bear. The moon that o'er the river Hui climbs up the eastern tower still comes to overpeer its wall and midnight's lonely hour. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Tempest E. Dax by Liu Yu C translated by W. J. B. Fletcher readforliberfox.org by Linda Marie Nielsen Vancouver, B.C. Beside the bridge of Chu Chu You while flowers and grasses grow along the ancient pathway the evening sunbeams flow. The swallows that once circled round the halls of Lordy Pride. Now Twitter round the humble homes these later ages know. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The Wind of Autumn by Liu Yu Hui translated by W. J. B. Fletcher readforliberfox.org by Linda Marie Nielsen Vancouver, B.C. The autumn wind from wince is hither borne the geese in flocks it hisses forth in scorn at dawn our garden trees before it fall the lonely wanderer hears it first of all. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The Stork Tower by Wang Qi Hong translated by W. J. B. Fletcher readforliberfox.org by Linda Marie Nielsen Vancouver, B.C. Round the day-hiding hill the sunbeams pour the sun of sorrows melts into the sea but would we wish the farthest verge to see there still is left to mount one story more. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Desire by Li Tuan translated by W. J. B. Fletcher readforliberfox.org by Linda Marie Nielsen Vancouver, B.C. The blinds I raised with joy the new moon saw the steps descended eager to adore my whispered prayer might not be heard of men the north wind's fingers at my girdle tore. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Snow on Chang Nan Hills by Su Young translated by W. J. B. Fletcher readforliberfox.org by Linda Marie Nielsen Vancouver, B.C. Dawn shaded peaks of Chang Nan Hills their lovely forms display their mass of snow amidst the clouds seems floating far away the woods stand out against the sky in colors clear and bright yet stretching or the city mourn the chilly hands of night. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Su's Pleasance by Su Young translated by W. J. B. Fletcher readforliberfox.org by Linda Marie Nielsen Vancouver, B.C. To this retired pleasant when I drove the wish for solitude in me up wells before the portals high yawn mountain swells the placid lee reflects the gardens grove last winter snow the bamboo breaks retain dark glooms the court or shades of evening fall I sit alone to hear the birds that call beyond the pale of men the spring again end of poem this recording is in the public domain. Tien Chiu Temple by Tao Han translated by W. J. B. Fletcher readforliberfox.org by Sophia Solaris with tangled furs and pines the cave is head around the western hill a pathway creeps one lofty craig is outlined on the sky the temple towers are hung in airy deeps undone fleshed cliff reclines the buddha's home mid mast rocks high balconies appear to birds and monkeys night lone silence brings the bells deep booming chills the clouds with fear the peaks green shadow tints the lakeborn moon the gorge winds song the torrents music mars my soul expands above the realms of air and hangs suspended with eternal stars the morals dawn yet other prospect brings I wake to see the eastern bounds long drawn waves stir the oily surface of the lake as or pale sees the darkness glows to mourn the old immortals traces still are here to us lies clear the pathway they impressed and as my soul harks back to ages gone I darkly groping feel them in my breast end of poem this recording is in the public domain the maid I met on kui yang bridge by sun chi wen translated by W. J. B. Fletcher readforliberfox.org by Linda Marie Nielsen Vancouver BC twas dawn and the sprays from the river and mist had in moisten the air the flowers and the willows of springtime by the bridge breathe their essences rare on a white horse with clear gold and saddle came riding a beauty so fair of the daughters of chi wen must she be such grace can come only from there the locks that her mirror reflecteth her envious handmaids adore that caress to her babe my two tender hearts swayed she passed I shall see her no more the passions of dissolute loving my true heart has never obeyed yet I sigh in my cold lonely chamber when I think of that beautiful maid I sigh in my desolate chamber and dream of that beautiful maid end of poem this recording is in the public domain the huang hou lu by sweet how translated by W. J. B. Fletcher readforliberfox.org by Linda Marie Nielsen Vancouver BC the sage of old has flown away upon a yellow crane and left its tower alone to mark where mortals saw him last the yellow crane once flown away it never comes again long years have passed yet white and gassed the empty clouds remain mid winding grows of hangang's trees the stream pelucid flows on parrot isle the fragrant grass in wild luxuriance grows my village from my gazes the dying sunbeams part the river hid the mist amid call shadows oar my heart end of poem this recording is in the public domain spring by you liang she translated by W. J. B. Fletcher read for liberfox.org by childhorner the hills of spring by you liang she the hills of spring the hills of spring so many pleasures night that pure enjoyment leaves me here oblivious of night within the water that my hands skip up the moon empires although my clothes are frequent with the heavy scent of flowers although the mid eye urges me still verseless I remain I wish to go but ah I quit this scented scene with pain to see from whence the bell sweet chime I southward gaze and lo the bell tower hidden deeply in you verdancy below end of poem this recording is in the public domain the autumn scene from yo yang tower by chang chun translated by W. J. B. Fletcher read for liberfox.org by sophia solaris the crows are flocking homework all chilled in twilight's clothes upon the autumn gale the geese their passage wing away across the tinted waters their floats the orb of day and flickers on the river the sunset's hazy ray with autumn flowers of matter the whitened islet sway through scanty leaves all red the rich persimmon glows how flat and damp chang this temperature shows where yet october's air is braved with summer clothes end of poem this recording is in the public domain a ruin by han we translated by W. J. B. Fletcher read for liberfox.org by chat horner a ruin by han we upon the yard looks in the placid moon down float the petals of the wild pear trees i gaze a dine the vacant steps alone the swing sways with the motion of the breeze and the poem this recording is in the public domain a lover's dream by an ominous translated by W. J. B. Fletcher read for liberfox.org oh drive the golden orioles from off our garden tree their warbling broke the dream wherein my lover smiled to me end of poem this recording is in the public domain linore by author unknown translated by W. J. B. Fletcher read for liberfox.org by kevin s the cocks crow all together the air is full of frost i see your sword and bundle on either shoulder tossed like jackals and little tigers they chase you from the town before our speeches ended the white dust settles down and loneliness and sorrow our village sees me lie my life for you i keep alive yet easier for to die your child beside the pillow with baby wailing's cries though much i would prefer to die yet hear my duty lies my ornaments and silken robes all now i lay a down and bid our ancient neighbor go sell them in the town but in your journeys vex you not for those thus left behind i sooner were in pieces torn then change my loving mind but if you live your duty do and yawn wild tizzy dumb snows and if you die and hate his dim your peaceful eyelids close wait but till nineteen autumns past our child to manhood grown has left his school to wander forth to win his bread alone then like the dew drop on the bow i cannot long remain while your dark locks are turned to white upon your desert plain the dawn breaks on our city the horns of gathering cry the misty moon is dimly seen amid the murky sky mist the chilly gloom the lamp and lonely darkness gleams the cricket chirrups by the door some spirit present seems a rank and sudden smell of gore rises on every side i shriek to see a dreadful ghost ah what may this be tied its hands hold forth a hollow skull as there at standeth grim defiled with dust and bloody stains it loometh vaguely dim come in come in before me indeed i do not dread now indeed my husband art would prove to prove the dead and sudden gust of darkling wind his blood stained garments sway alas that garment cloth you love what time you went away i know you were here why come you so late in gloom the lamp fails the rope from the beam hangs quivering and straight in my eyes is the gleam and my ears is the roar of the breakers that burst on a long sandy shore when came you in love oh how flew you here my spirit now comes love my father one year your white bones to view in that desert so drear end of poem this recording is in the public domain end of gems of chinese verse by various translated by w jb fletcher