Poems of Meng Jiao
A Charming, Graceful List
Charming, graceful blossoms, floating on spring's stream.
Charming, graceful bamboo, caging morning's mists.
Charming, graceful singers, soon their beauty fades.
Charming, graceful moonlight, so moving to the heart.
Midnight -- and moonlight turns bright as day.
In the world, my true self has no other half.
Those in the palace have done little to earn our thanks.
And even its concubines are jealous of the circling swallows.
Just as Meng Jiao seems to be playing with the idea of Walking Poems (行) written while on a walk, here he begins to play with List Poems (篇). He is also working on turning the cliché into the critique. But I think this is an early poem because, for me, the working of the two pieces is awkward when taken as a whole. I think, too, that this is after his first wife dies because of the 灵匹 or "[mystic][half of a pair]."