孟郊诗
Poems of Meng Jiao
Index
山中送从叔简赴举
In the mountains, a letter for my cousin, to lift him up
石根百尺杉 山眼一片泉 倚之道气高 饮之诗思鲜 |
Rocky roots of hundred-foot fir trees. Each pooling spring, a mountain eye. I rest in these ways of high spirits And drink in fresh poetic inspiration. |
于此逍遥场 忽奏别离弦 却笑薜萝子 不同鸣跃年 |
In these unfettered spaces, I neglect to play a farewell tune. Instead I laugh at this hermit-child, who Shouts and leaps in spite of his age. |
-- 孟郊
废话
Meng Jiao in the mountains. Over and over and over again. He loves the mountains at least as much as I do. And I'd love to know what he took with him when he went up there. John Muir took a coat and a knife and a pillowcase with a dried loaf of bread or three. I don't imagine Meng Jiao took much more than that. But who knows? It's too bad there wasn't a list-poem form where Tang poets listed things, like what they wore when they traveled or saw while drinking or carried into the mountains. A little of Hokusai's love for simple details would have been nice.