Wang Wei

Posted on Wednesday, November 18th, 2009

Wang Wei
TO QIWU QIAN BOUND HOME
AFTER FAILING IN AN EXAMINATION

In a happy reign there should be no hermits;
The wise and able should consult together….
So you, a man of the eastern mountains,
Gave up your life of picking herbs
And came all the way to the Gate of Gold—
But you found your devotion unavailing.
…To spend the Day of No Fire on one of the southern rivers,
You have mended your spring clothes here in these northern cities.
I pour you the farewell wine as you set out from the capital—
Soon I shall be left behind here by my bosom friend.
In your sail-boat of sweet cinnamon-wood
You will float again toward your own thatch door,
Led along by distant trees
To a sunset shining on a far-away town.
…What though your purpose happened to fail,
Doubt not that some of us can hear high music.

Poem from the Tang Dynasty    618-907 AD

The Beak of the 10th Sun Raven STILL GLOWS!

Categorized as Poetry,Myths & Legends

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