Famous Short China Poems

Famous Short China Poems. Short China Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best China short poems

Looking Down in a Spring-rain  

 Round a turn of the Qin Fortress winds the Wei River, 
And Yellow Mountain foot-hills enclose the Court of China; 
Past the South Gate willows comes the Car of Many Bells 
On the upper Palace-Garden Road-a solid length of blossom; 
A Forbidden City roof holds two phoenixes in cloud; 
The foliage of spring shelters multitudes from rain; 
And now, when the heavens are propitious for action, 
Here is our Emperor ready-no wasteful wanderer.

Cultural Evolution  

 When from his cave, young Mao in his youthful mind
A work to renew old China first designed,
Then he alone interpreted the law,
and from tradtional fountains scorned to draw:
But when to examine every part he came,
Marx and Confucius turned out much the same.

No Swan So Fine  

 "No water so still as the
dead fountains of Versailles." No swan,
with swart blind look askance
and gondoliering legs, so fine
as the chinz china one with fawn-
brown eyes and toothed gold
collar on to show whose bird it was. 

Lodged in the Louis Fifteenth
candelabrum-tree of cockscomb-
tinted buttons, dahlias,
sea-urchins, and everlastings,
it perches on the branching foam
of polished sculptured
flowers--at ease and tall. The king is dead.

A cup of wine is worth a hundred hearts, a hundred  

A cup of wine is worth a hundred hearts, a hundred
creeds, a mouthful of this juice divine is worth the Empire
of China. What is there, truly, on the earth preferable
to wine? It is a bitter that is a hundred times
sweeter than life.

In philosophy, if you are an Aristotle or a Bouzourdj-mehr;  

In philosophy, if you are an Aristotle or a Bouzourdj-mehr;
in power, if you are some Roman emperor or some
potentate of China, drink ever, drink wine from the cup
of Djem, for the end of all is the tomb. Oh! though you
are Bahram himself, the coffin is your last sojourn.

This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful  

 THIS moment yearning and thoughtful, sitting alone, 
It seems to me there are other men in other lands, yearning and thoughtful; 
It seems to me I can look over and behold them, in Germany, Italy, France, Spain—or far,
 far
 away,
 in China, or in Russia or India—talking other dialects; 
And it seems to me if I could know those men, I should become attached to them, as I do to
 men
 in my
 own lands; 
O I know we should be brethren and lovers,
I know I should be happy with them.

There was an old person of China  

There was an old person of China,Whose daughters were Jiska and Dinah,Amelia and Fluffy, Olivia and Chuffy,And all of them settled in China. 

Bronzes  

 THEY ask me to handle bronzes
Kept by children in China
Three thousand years
Since their fathers
Took fire and molds and hammers
And made these.

The Ming, the Chou,
And other dynasties,
Out, gone, reckoned in ciphers,
Dynasties dressed up
In old gold and old yellow—
They saw these.

Let the wheels
Of three thousand years
Turn, turn, turn on.

Let one poet then
(One will be enough)
Handle these bronzes
And mention the dynasties
And pass them along.

But yesterday, at eve, I broke a china cup against a  

But yesterday, at eve, I broke a china cup against a
stone. I was drunk when committing this senseless act.
This cup seemed to say to me: «I have been like thee;
thou wilt, in thy turn, be like me.»
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