孟郊诗
Poems of Meng Jiao
Index
塘下行
A Walk Down the Bank
塘边日欲斜 年少早还家 徒将白羽扇 调妾木兰花 不是城头树 那栖来去鸦 |
Along the river, sunlight slanting barely overhead, This year's new grass is just now coming home. Students come, waving white feathered fans, Where singing girls move among magnolias. It isn't the trees along the fortress walls That are filling and emptying with bustling crows. |
-- 孟郊
废话
This, too, appears to be an early poem of Meng Jiao. He's no longer sitting on Wizard Mountain. But he is working at his craft. The three couplets move from personal, direct observation to the world of men to social (political?), if oblique, criticism. But none of it is really about anything, as it were. It's like a postcard of a graffitied bench along a river sidewalk. Good likeness. But nothing to linger for.