孟郊诗

Poems of Meng Jiao


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井上枸杞架

Red medlar vine by the well


深锁银泉甃
高叶架云空
不与凡木并
自将仙盖同

Long silver chain runs down the brickwork.
High leaves seem to hold up the clouds.
This vine doesn't choose just any tree.
It desires only the company of immortals.

影疏千点月
声细万条风
迸子邻沟外
飘香客位中

Its careless shadows seem to dot the moon.
It splits the wind into a thousand whispers.
Child sprouts run down the ravine where
A floating fragrance arrests the traveler.

花杯承此饮
椿岁小无穷

Here flowery cups bid you stop and drink
With this heavenly, almost immortal, elder.

-- 孟郊


废话

Unlike most Tang poems where the natural subject is a veiled symbol of something else, Meng Jiao, with this poem, simply celebrates this ancient towering vine.


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