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POEMS FROM THE CHINESE




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FIR-FLOWER TABLETS

_Poems translated from the Chinese by_

FLORENCE AYSCOUGH

_Hon. Mem. North China Branch, Royal Asiatic Society_

ENGLISH VERSIONS

BY

AMY LOWELL

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BOSTON AND NEW YORK

HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY

_The Riverside Press, Cambridge_

1921

COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY FLORENCE AYSCOUGH AND AMY LOWELL.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

PRINTED IN THE U. S. A.




PREFACE

BY AMY LOWELL


Let me state at the outset that I know no Chinese. My duty in Mrs.
Ayscough's and my joint collaboration has been to turn her literal
translations into poems as near to the spirit of the originals as it was
in my power to do. It has been a long and arduous task, but one which
has amply repaid every hour spent upon it. To be suddenly introduced to
a new and magnificent literature, not through the medium of the usual
more or less accurate translation, but directly, as one might burrow it
out for one's self with the aid of a dictionary, is an exciting and
inspiring thing. The method we adopted made this possible, as I shall
attempt to show. The study of Chinese is so difficult that it is a
life-work in itself, so is the study of poetry. A sinologue has no time
to learn how to write poetry; a poet has no time to learn how to read
Chinese. Since neither of us pretended to any knowledge of the other's
craft, our association has been a continually augmenting pleasure.

I was lucky indeed to approach Chinese poetry through such a medium. The
translations I had previously read had given me nothing. Mrs. Ayscough
has been to me the pathway to a new world. No one could be a more
sympathetic go-between for a poet and his translator, and Mrs. Ayscough
was well-fitted for her task. She was born in Shanghai. Her father, who
was engaged in business there, was a Canadian and her mother an
American. She lived in China until she was eleven, when her parents
returned to America in order that their children might finish their
education in this country. It was then that I met her, so that our
friendship is no new thing, but has persisted, in spite of distance, for
more than thirty years, to ripen in the end into a partnership which is
its culmination. Returning to China in her early twenties, she became
engaged to an Englishman connected with a large British importing house
in Shanghai, and on her marriage, which took place almost immediately,
went back to China, where she has lived ever since. A diligent student
of Chinese life and manners, she soon took up the difficult study of
literary Chinese, and also accepted the position of honorary librarian
of the library of the North China Branch of the Royal Asiatic Society.
Of late years, she has delivered a number of lectures on Chinese
subjects in China, Japan, America, and Canada, and has also found time
to write various pamphlets on Chinese literature and customs.

In the Autumn of 1917, Mrs. Ayscough arrived in America on one of her
periodic visits to this country. She brought with her a large collection
of Chinese paintings for exhibition, and among these paintings were a
number of examples of the "Written Pictures. " Of these, she had made
some rough translations which she intended to use to illustrate her
lectures. She brought them to me with a request that I put them into
poetic shape. I was fascinated by the poems, and, as we talked them
over, we realized that here was a field in which we should like to work.
When she returned to China, it was agreed that we should make a volume
of translations from the classic Chinese writers. Such translations were
in the line of her usual work, and I was anxious to read the Chinese
poets as nearly in the original as it was possible for me to do. At
first, we hardly considered publication. Mrs. Ayscough lives in Shanghai
and I in Boston, and the war-time mails were anything but expeditious,
but an enthusiastic publisher kept constantly before us our ultimate, if
remote, goal. Four years have passed, and after many unavoidable delays
the book is finished. We have not done it all by correspondence. Mrs.
Ayscough has come back to America several times during its preparation;
but, whether together or apart, the plan on which we have worked has
always been the same.

Very early in our studies, we realized that the component parts of the
Chinese written character counted for more in the composition of poetry
than has generally been recognized; that the poet chose one character
rather than another which meant practically the same thing, because of
the descriptive allusion in the make-up of that particular character;
that the poem was enriched precisely through this undercurrent of
meaning in the structure of its characters. But not always--and here was
the difficulty. Usually the character must be taken merely as the word
it had been created to mean. It was a nice distinction, when to allow
one's self the use of these character undercurrents, and when to leave
them out of count entirely. But I would not have my readers suppose that
I have changed or exaggerated the Chinese text. Such has not been the
case. The analysis of characters has been employed very rarely, and only
when the text seemed to lean on the allusion for an added vividness or
zest. In only one case in the book have I permitted myself to use an
adjective not inherent in the character with which I was dealing--and,
in that case, the connotation was in the word itself, being descriptive
of an architectural structure for which we have no equivalent--except in
the "Written Pictures," where, as Mrs. Ayscough has stated in her
Introduction, we allowed ourselves a somewhat freer treatment.

It has been necessary, of course, to acquire some knowledge of the laws
of Chinese versification. But, equally of course, these rules could only
serve to bring me into closer relations with the poems and the technical
limits of the various forms. It was totally impossible to follow either
the rhythms or the rhyme-schemes of the originals. All that could be
done was to let the English words fall into their natural rhythm and not
attempt to handicap the exact word by introducing rhyme at all. This is
the method I followed in my translations of French poems in my book,
"Six French Poets. " I hold that it is more important to reproduce the
perfume of a poem than its metrical form, and no translation can
possibly reproduce both.

Our plan of procedure was as follows: Mrs. Ayscough would first write
out the poem in Chinese. Not in the Chinese characters, of course, but
in transliteration. Opposite every word she put the various meanings of
it which accorded with its place in the text, since I could not use a
Chinese dictionary. She also gave the analyses of whatever characters
seemed to her to require it. The lines were carefully indicated, and to
these lines I have, as a rule, strictly adhered; the lines of the
translations usually corresponding, therefore, with the lines of the
originals. In the few poems in which the ordering of the lines has been
changed, this has been done solely in the interest of cadence.

I had, in fact, four different means of approach to a poem. The Chinese
text, for rhyme-scheme and rhythm; the dictionary meanings of the words;
the analyses of characters; and, for the fourth, a careful paraphrase by
Mrs. Ayscough, to which she added copious notes to acquaint me with all
the allusions, historical, mythological, geographical, and technical,
that she deemed it necessary for me to know. Having done what I could
with these materials, I sent the result to her, when she and her Chinese
teacher carefully compared it with the original, and it was returned to
me, either passed or commented upon, as the case might be. Some poems
crossed continent and ocean many times in their course toward
completion; others, more fortunate, satisfied at once. On Mrs.
Ayscough's return to America this year, all the poems were submitted to
a farther meticulous scrutiny, and I can only say that they are as near
the originals as we could make them, and I hope they may give one
quarter of the pleasure to our readers that they have to us in preparing
them.




CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION xix

LI T'AI-PO. (A. D. 701-762)

Songs of the Marches 1

Battle to the South of the City 5

The Perils of the Shu Road 6

Looking at the Moon After Rain 9

The Lonely Wife 10

The Pleasures Within the Palace 12

The Young Girls of Yüeh 13

Written in the Character of a Beautiful Woman 14

Songs to the Peonies 16

Spring Grief and Resentment 18

The Palace Woman and the Dragon Robes 19

The Nanking Wine-Shop 20

Fêng Huang T'ai 21

The Northern Flight 22

Fighting to the South of the City 24

The Crosswise River 26

On Hearing the Buddhist Priest Play his Table-Lute 27

Ch'ang Kan 28

Sorrow During a Clear Autumn 30

Poignant Grief During a Sunny Spring 32

Two Poems Written to Ts'ui (the Official) 34

Sent as a Parting Gift to the Second Official 35

The Song of the White Clouds 36

Wind-Bound at the New Forest Reach 37

At the Ancestral Shrine of King Yao 38

Drinking Alone in the Moonlight. I 39

Drinking Alone in the Moonlight. II 40

Statement of Resolutions After Being Drunk 41

River Chant 42

Separated by Imperial Summons 44

A Woman Sings 46

The Palace Woman and the Soldiers' Cook 47

The Sorrel Horse 48

A Beautiful Woman Encountered on a Field-Path 49

Saying Good-Bye to a Friend 50

Descending the Extreme South Mountain 51

The Terraced Road 52

Hearing a Bamboo Flute in the City of Lo Yang 54

The Retreat of Hsieh Kung 55

A Traveller Comes to the Old Terrace of Su 56

The Rest-House on the Clear Wan River 57

Drinking Song 58

Answer to an Affectionate Invitation 60

Parrot Island 61

The Honourable Lady Chao 62

Thinking of the Frontier 63

A Song of Resentment 64

Picking Willow 66

Autumn River Song 67

Visiting the Taoist Priest 68

Reply to an Unrefined Person 69

Reciting Verses by Moonlight 70

Passing the Night at the White Heron Island 71

Ascending the Three Chasms 72

Parting from Yang, a Hill Man 73

Night Thoughts 74

The Serpent Mound 75

Old Tai's Wine-Shop 76

Drinking in the T'ao Pavilion 77

Song for the Hour When the Crows Roost 78

Poem Sent to the Official Wang 79

Drinking Alone on the Rock in the River 80

A Farewell Banquet 81

Taking Leave of Tu Fu 82

The Moon Over the Mountain Pass 83

The Taking-Up of Arms 84

A Song of the Rest-House of Deep Trouble 85

The "Looking-For-Husband" Rock 86

After Being Separated for a Long Time 87

Bitter Jealousy in the Palace of the High Gate 88

Eternally Thinking of Each Other 89

Passionate Grief 91

Sung to the Air: "The Mantzŭ like an Idol" 92

At the Yellow Crane Tower. 93

In Deep Thought, Gazing at the Moon 94

Thoughts from a Thousand Li 95

Word-Pattern 96

The Heaven's Gate Mountains 97

On Hearing that Wang Ch'ang-ling Had Been Exiled 98

Parting Gift to Wang Lun 99

Saying Good-Bye to a Friend Going to the Plum-Flower
Lake 100

A Poem Sent to Tu Fu 101

Bidding Good-Bye to Yin Shu 102

TU FU. (A. D. 712-770)

A Visit to the Fêng Hsien Temple 103

The Thatched House Unroofed by an Autumn Gale 104

The River Village 106

The Excursion 107

The Recruiting Officers 109

Crossing the Frontier. I 111

Crossing the Frontier. II 112

The Sorceress Gorge 113

Thinking of Li Po on a Spring Day 114

At the Edge of Heaven 115

Sent to Li Po as a Gift 116

A Toast for Mêng Yün-ch'ing 117

Moon Night 118

PO CHÜ-I (A. D. 772-846)

Hearing the Early Oriole 119

LIU YÜ-HSI (_Circa_ A. D. 844)

The City of Stones 120

NIU HSI-CHI. (_Circa_ A. D. 733)

Sung to the Tune of "The Unripe Hawthorn Berry" 121

WANG WEI. (A. D. 699-759)

After an Imperial Audience 122

The Blue-Green Stream 123

Farm House on the Wei Stream 124

CH'IU WEI. (_Circa_ A. D. 700)

Seeking for the Hermit of the West Hill 125

CHI WU-CH'IEN. (Circa A. D. 733)

Floating on the Pool of Jo Ya 126

MÊNG CHIAO. (_Circa_ A. D. 790)

Sung to the Air: "The Wanderer" 127

WEI YING-WU. (_Circa_ A. D. 850)

Farewell Words to the Daughter of Yang 128

WÊN T'ING-YÜN. (_Circa_ A. D. 850)

Sung to the Air: "Looking South" 130

DESCENDANT OF FOUNDER SOUTHERN T'ANG
DYNASTY. (_Circa_ A. D. 960)

Together We Know Happiness 131

T'AO YÜAN-MING. (A. D. 365-427)

Once More Fields and Gardens 132

ANONYMOUS. LIANG DYNASTY (A. D. 502-557)
Song of the Snapped Willow 134

AUTHORSHIP UNCERTAIN. CHOU DYNASTY. REIGN OF KING HSÜAN.
(826-781 B. C. )
The Cloudy River 135

EMPEROR WU OF HAN. (156-87 B. C. )
To the Air: "The Fallen Leaves" 139

EMPEROR CHAO OF HAN. (94-73 B. C. )
Early Autumn at the Pool of Sprinkling Water 140

EMPEROR LING OF LATER HAN. (A. D. 156-189)
Proclaiming the Joy of Certain Hours 141

PAN CHIEH-YÜ. (_Circa_ 32 B. C. )
Song of Grief 142

CHIANG TS'AI-P'IN. (_Circa_ A. D. 750)
Letter of Thanks for Precious Pearls 143

YANG KUEI-FEI. (_Circa_ A. D. 750)
Dancing 144

LIANG DYNASTY. (A. D. 502-557)
Songs of the Courtesans 145

MOTHER OF THE LORD OF SUNG. (_Circa_ 600 B. C. )
The Great Ho River 147


WRITTEN PICTURES

An Evening Meeting 151
The Emperor's Return 152
Portrait of Beautiful Concubine 153
Calligraphy 154
The Palace Blossoms 155
One Goes a Journey 156
From the Straw Hut Among the Seven Peaks 157
On the Classic of the Hills and Sea 159
The Hermit 160
After How Many Years 161
The Inn at the Mountain Pass 164
Li T'ai-po Meditates 165
Pair of Scrolls 166
Two Panels 167
The Return 168
Evening Calm 169
Fishing Picture 170
Spring. Summer. Autumn 171

NOTES. 173

KEY TO PLAN OF CHINESE HOUSE 223

TABLE OF CHINESE HISTORICAL PERIODS 227

Thanks are due to the editors of _The North American Review_, _The
Bookman_, _The Dial_, _The New York Evening Post_, _Poetry_, and _Asia_,
for permission to reprint poems which have already appeared in their
magazines.




ILLUSTRATIONS


MAP _Frontispiece_

FACSIMILE OF "HANGING-ON-THE-WALL POEM" _To face p. 170_

PLAN OF CHINESE HOUSE _To face p. 223_




INTRODUCTION

BY FLORENCE AYSCOUGH


There has probably never been a people in whose life poetry has played
such a large part as it has done, and does, among the Chinese. The
unbroken continuity of their history, throughout the whole of which
records have been carefully kept, has resulted in the accumulation of a
vast amount of material; and this material, literary as well as
historical, remains available to-day for any one who wishes to study
that branch of art which is the most faithful index to the thoughts and
feelings of the "black-haired race," and which, besides, constitutes one
of the finest literatures produced by any race the world has known.

To the confusion of the foreigner, however, Chinese poetry is so made up
of suggestion and allusion that, without a knowledge of the backgrounds
(I use the plural advisedly) from which it sprang, much of its meaning
and not a little of its beauty is necessarily lost. Mr. Arthur Waley, in
the preface to his "A Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems," says:
"Classical allusion, always the vice of Chinese poetry, finally
destroyed it altogether. " Granting the unhappy truth of this statement,
the poetry of China is nevertheless so human and appealing as to speak
with great force even to us who live under such totally different
conditions; it seems worth while, therefore, to acquire a minimum of
knowledge in regard to it and so increase the enjoyment to be derived
from it. In the present collection, I have purposely included only those
poems in which this national vice is less in evidence; and this was not
a difficult task. There is such an enormous body of Chinese poetry that
the difficulty has been, not what to take, but what to leave out. I have
been guided somewhat by existing translations, not wishing to duplicate
what has already been adequately done, when so much still remains
untouched. Not that all these poems appear in English for the first
time, but many of them do; and, except for Mr. Waley's admirable work,
English renderings have usually failed to convey the flavour of the
originals.

Chinese scholars rank their principal poets in the following order: Tu
Fu, Li T'ai-po, and Po Chü-i. Realizing that, naturally, in any
literature, it is the great poets which another nation wishes to read, I
have purposely kept chiefly to them, and among them to Li T'ai-po, since
his poems are of a universal lyricism. Also, Mr. Waley has devoted his
energies largely to Po Chü-i. Tu Fu is very difficult to translate, and
probably for that reason his work is seldom given in English collections
of Chinese poems. Some of his simpler poems are included here, however.
A small section of the book is devoted to what the Chinese call
"written-on-the-wall-pictures. " I shall come back to these later.

The great stumbling-block which confronts the translator at the outset
is that the words he would naturally use often bring before the mind of
the Occidental reader an entirely different scene to that actually
described by the Oriental poet. The topography, the architecture, the
fauna and flora, to say nothing of the social customs, are all alien to
such a reader's own surroundings and cannot easily be visualized by him.
Let me illustrate with a modern poem, for it is a curious fact that
there has lately sprung up in America and England a type of poetry which
is so closely allied to the Chinese in method and intention as to be
very striking. This is the more remarkable since, at the time of its
first appearance, there were practically no translations of Chinese
poems which gave, except in a remote degree, the feeling of the
originals. So exact, in fact, is this attitude toward the art of poetry
among the particular group of poets to whom I have reference and the
Chinese masters, that I have an almost perfect illustration of the
complications of rendering which a translator runs up against by
imagining this little poem of Miss Lowell's being suddenly presented to
a Chinese scholar in his grass hut among the Seven Peaks:

NOSTALGIA

BY AMY LOWELL

"Through pleasures and palaces"--
Through hotels, and Pullman cars, and steamships. . .

Pink and white camellias
floating in a crystal bowl,
The sharp smell of firewood,
The scrape and rustle of a dog stretching himself
on a hardwood floor,
And your voice, reading--reading--
to the slow ticking of an old brass clock. . .

"Tickets, please! "
And I watch the man in front of me
Fumbling in fourteen pockets,
While the conductor balances his ticket-punch
Between his fingers.

As we read this poem, instantly pictures of American travel start before
our eyes: rushing trains with plush-covered seats, negro porters in
dust-grey suits, weary ticket-collectors; or marble-floored hotel
entrances, clanging elevator doors, and hurrying bell-boys, also the
vivid suggestion of a beautiful American house. But our scholar would
see none of this. To him, a journey is undertaken, according to the part
of the country in which he must travel, either in a boat, the types of
which are infinitely varied, from the large, slow-going travelling barge
capable of carrying many passengers, to the swifter, smaller craft
which hold only two or three people; in one of the several kinds of
carriages; in a wheelbarrow, a sedan chair, a mule litter, or on the
back of an animal--horse, mule, or donkey, as the case may be. Again,
there is no English-speaking person to whom "Home, Sweet Home" is not
familiar; in a mental flash, we conclude the stanza suggested by the
first line, and know, even without the title, that the subject of the
poem is homesickness. Our scholar, naturally, knows nothing of the kind;
the reference is no reference to him. He is completely at sea, with no
clue as to the emotion the poem is intended to convey, and no
understanding of the conditions it portrays. Poem after poem in Chinese
is as full of the intimate detail of daily life, as dependent upon
common literary experience, as this. There is an old Chinese song called
"The Snapped Willow. " It, too, refers to homesickness and allusions to
it are very frequent, but how can an Occidental guess at their meaning
unless he has been told? In this Introduction, therefore, I have
endeavoured to give as much of the background of this Chinese poetry as
seems to me important, and, since introductions are made to be skipped,
it need detain no one to whom the facts are already known.

The vast country of China, extending from the plains of Mongolia on the
North to the Gulf of Tonquin on the South, a distance of somewhat over
eighteen hundred miles, and from the mountains of Tibet on the West to
the Yellow Sea on the East, another stretch of about thirteen hundred
miles, comprises within its "Eighteen Provinces" practically every
climate and condition under which human beings can exist with comfort. A
glance at the map will show the approximate positions of the ancient
States which form the poetic background of China, and it will be noticed
that, with the exception of Yüeh, they all abut either on the Huang Ho,
better known as the Yellow River, or on the Yangtze Kiang. These two
great rivers form the main arteries of China, and to them is largely due
the character of the people and the type of their mythology.

The Yellow River, which in the old mythology was said to have its source
in the Milky Way (in the native idiom, "Cloudy" or "Silver River"),
really rises in the K'un Lun Mountains of Central Asia; from thence its
course lies through the country supposed to have been the cradle of the
Chinese race. It is constantly referred to in poetry, as is also its one
considerable tributary, the Wei River, or "Wei Water," its literal name.
The Yellow River is not navigable for important craft, and running as it
does through sandy loess constantly changes its course with the most
disastrous consequences.
701-762)

Songs of the Marches 1

Battle to the South of the City 5

The Perils of the Shu Road 6

Looking at the Moon After Rain 9

The Lonely Wife 10

The Pleasures Within the Palace 12

The Young Girls of Yüeh 13

Written in the Character of a Beautiful Woman 14

Songs to the Peonies 16

Spring Grief and Resentment 18

The Palace Woman and the Dragon Robes 19

The Nanking Wine-Shop 20

Fêng Huang T'ai 21

The Northern Flight 22

Fighting to the South of the City 24

The Crosswise River 26

On Hearing the Buddhist Priest Play his Table-Lute 27

Ch'ang Kan 28

Sorrow During a Clear Autumn 30

Poignant Grief During a Sunny Spring 32

Two Poems Written to Ts'ui (the Official) 34

Sent as a Parting Gift to the Second Official 35

The Song of the White Clouds 36

Wind-Bound at the New Forest Reach 37

At the Ancestral Shrine of King Yao 38

Drinking Alone in the Moonlight. I 39

Drinking Alone in the Moonlight. II 40

Statement of Resolutions After Being Drunk 41

River Chant 42

Separated by Imperial Summons 44

A Woman Sings 46

The Palace Woman and the Soldiers' Cook 47

The Sorrel Horse 48

A Beautiful Woman Encountered on a Field-Path 49

Saying Good-Bye to a Friend 50

Descending the Extreme South Mountain 51

The Terraced Road 52

Hearing a Bamboo Flute in the City of Lo Yang 54

The Retreat of Hsieh Kung 55

A Traveller Comes to the Old Terrace of Su 56

The Rest-House on the Clear Wan River 57

Drinking Song 58

Answer to an Affectionate Invitation 60

Parrot Island 61

The Honourable Lady Chao 62

Thinking of the Frontier 63

A Song of Resentment 64

Picking Willow 66

Autumn River Song 67

Visiting the Taoist Priest 68

Reply to an Unrefined Person 69

Reciting Verses by Moonlight 70

Passing the Night at the White Heron Island 71

Ascending the Three Chasms 72

Parting from Yang, a Hill Man 73

Night Thoughts 74

The Serpent Mound 75

Old Tai's Wine-Shop 76

Drinking in the T'ao Pavilion 77

Song for the Hour When the Crows Roost 78

Poem Sent to the Official Wang 79

Drinking Alone on the Rock in the River 80

A Farewell Banquet 81

Taking Leave of Tu Fu 82

The Moon Over the Mountain Pass 83

The Taking-Up of Arms 84

A Song of the Rest-House of Deep Trouble 85

The "Looking-For-Husband" Rock 86

After Being Separated for a Long Time 87

Bitter Jealousy in the Palace of the High Gate 88

Eternally Thinking of Each Other 89

Passionate Grief 91

Sung to the Air: "The Mantzŭ like an Idol" 92

At the Yellow Crane Tower. 93

In Deep Thought, Gazing at the Moon 94

Thoughts from a Thousand Li 95

Word-Pattern 96

The Heaven's Gate Mountains 97

On Hearing that Wang Ch'ang-ling Had Been Exiled 98

Parting Gift to Wang Lun 99

Saying Good-Bye to a Friend Going to the Plum-Flower
Lake 100

A Poem Sent to Tu Fu 101

Bidding Good-Bye to Yin Shu 102

TU FU. (A. D. 712-770)

A Visit to the Fêng Hsien Temple 103

The Thatched House Unroofed by an Autumn Gale 104

The River Village 106

The Excursion 107

The Recruiting Officers 109

Crossing the Frontier. I 111

Crossing the Frontier. II 112

The Sorceress Gorge 113

Thinking of Li Po on a Spring Day 114

At the Edge of Heaven 115

Sent to Li Po as a Gift 116

A Toast for Mêng Yün-ch'ing 117

Moon Night 118

PO CHÜ-I (A. D. 772-846)

Hearing the Early Oriole 119

LIU YÜ-HSI (_Circa_ A. D. 844)

The City of Stones 120

NIU HSI-CHI. (_Circa_ A. D. 733)

Sung to the Tune of "The Unripe Hawthorn Berry" 121

WANG WEI. (A. D. 699-759)

After an Imperial Audience 122

The Blue-Green Stream 123

Farm House on the Wei Stream 124

CH'IU WEI. (_Circa_ A. D. 700)

Seeking for the Hermit of the West Hill 125

CHI WU-CH'IEN. (Circa A. D. 733)

Floating on the Pool of Jo Ya 126

MÊNG CHIAO. (_Circa_ A. D. 790)

Sung to the Air: "The Wanderer" 127

WEI YING-WU. (_Circa_ A. D. 850)

Farewell Words to the Daughter of Yang 128

WÊN T'ING-YÜN. (_Circa_ A. D. 850)

Sung to the Air: "Looking South" 130

DESCENDANT OF FOUNDER SOUTHERN T'ANG
DYNASTY. (_Circa_ A. D. 960)

Together We Know Happiness 131

T'AO YÜAN-MING. (A. D. 365-427)

Once More Fields and Gardens 132

ANONYMOUS. LIANG DYNASTY (A. D. 502-557)
Song of the Snapped Willow 134

AUTHORSHIP UNCERTAIN. CHOU DYNASTY. REIGN OF KING HSÜAN.
(826-781 B. C. )
The Cloudy River 135

EMPEROR WU OF HAN. (156-87 B. C. )
To the Air: "The Fallen Leaves" 139

EMPEROR CHAO OF HAN. (94-73 B. C. )
Early Autumn at the Pool of Sprinkling Water 140

EMPEROR LING OF LATER HAN. (A. D. 156-189)
Proclaiming the Joy of Certain Hours 141

PAN CHIEH-YÜ. (_Circa_ 32 B. C. )
Song of Grief 142

CHIANG TS'AI-P'IN. (_Circa_ A. D. 750)
Letter of Thanks for Precious Pearls 143

YANG KUEI-FEI. (_Circa_ A. D. 750)
Dancing 144

LIANG DYNASTY. (A. D. 502-557)
Songs of the Courtesans 145

MOTHER OF THE LORD OF SUNG. (_Circa_ 600 B. C. )
The Great Ho River 147


WRITTEN PICTURES

An Evening Meeting 151
The Emperor's Return 152
Portrait of Beautiful Concubine 153
Calligraphy 154
The Palace Blossoms 155
One Goes a Journey 156
From the Straw Hut Among the Seven Peaks 157
On the Classic of the Hills and Sea 159
The Hermit 160
After How Many Years 161
The Inn at the Mountain Pass 164
Li T'ai-po Meditates 165
Pair of Scrolls 166
Two Panels 167
The Return 168
Evening Calm 169
Fishing Picture 170
Spring. Summer. Autumn 171

NOTES. 173

KEY TO PLAN OF CHINESE HOUSE 223

TABLE OF CHINESE HISTORICAL PERIODS 227

Thanks are due to the editors of _The North American Review_, _The
Bookman_, _The Dial_, _The New York Evening Post_, _Poetry_, and _Asia_,
for permission to reprint poems which have already appeared in their
magazines.




ILLUSTRATIONS


MAP _Frontispiece_

FACSIMILE OF "HANGING-ON-THE-WALL POEM" _To face p. 170_

PLAN OF CHINESE HOUSE _To face p. 223_




INTRODUCTION

BY FLORENCE AYSCOUGH


There has probably never been a people in whose life poetry has played
such a large part as it has done, and does, among the Chinese. The
unbroken continuity of their history, throughout the whole of which
records have been carefully kept, has resulted in the accumulation of a
vast amount of material; and this material, literary as well as
historical, remains available to-day for any one who wishes to study
that branch of art which is the most faithful index to the thoughts and
feelings of the "black-haired race," and which, besides, constitutes one
of the finest literatures produced by any race the world has known.

To the confusion of the foreigner, however, Chinese poetry is so made up
of suggestion and allusion that, without a knowledge of the backgrounds
(I use the plural advisedly) from which it sprang, much of its meaning
and not a little of its beauty is necessarily lost. Mr. Arthur Waley, in
the preface to his "A Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems," says:
"Classical allusion, always the vice of Chinese poetry, finally
destroyed it altogether. " Granting the unhappy truth of this statement,
the poetry of China is nevertheless so human and appealing as to speak
with great force even to us who live under such totally different
conditions; it seems worth while, therefore, to acquire a minimum of
knowledge in regard to it and so increase the enjoyment to be derived
from it. In the present collection, I have purposely included only those
poems in which this national vice is less in evidence; and this was not
a difficult task. There is such an enormous body of Chinese poetry that
the difficulty has been, not what to take, but what to leave out. I have
been guided somewhat by existing translations, not wishing to duplicate
what has already been adequately done, when so much still remains
untouched. Not that all these poems appear in English for the first
time, but many of them do; and, except for Mr. Waley's admirable work,
English renderings have usually failed to convey the flavour of the
originals.

Chinese scholars rank their principal poets in the following order: Tu
Fu, Li T'ai-po, and Po Chü-i. Realizing that, naturally, in any
literature, it is the great poets which another nation wishes to read, I
have purposely kept chiefly to them, and among them to Li T'ai-po, since
his poems are of a universal lyricism. Also, Mr. Waley has devoted his
energies largely to Po Chü-i. Tu Fu is very difficult to translate, and
probably for that reason his work is seldom given in English collections
of Chinese poems. Some of his simpler poems are included here, however.
A small section of the book is devoted to what the Chinese call
"written-on-the-wall-pictures. " I shall come back to these later.

The great stumbling-block which confronts the translator at the outset
is that the words he would naturally use often bring before the mind of
the Occidental reader an entirely different scene to that actually
described by the Oriental poet. The topography, the architecture, the
fauna and flora, to say nothing of the social customs, are all alien to
such a reader's own surroundings and cannot easily be visualized by him.
Let me illustrate with a modern poem, for it is a curious fact that
there has lately sprung up in America and England a type of poetry which
is so closely allied to the Chinese in method and intention as to be
very striking. This is the more remarkable since, at the time of its
first appearance, there were practically no translations of Chinese
poems which gave, except in a remote degree, the feeling of the
originals. So exact, in fact, is this attitude toward the art of poetry
among the particular group of poets to whom I have reference and the
Chinese masters, that I have an almost perfect illustration of the
complications of rendering which a translator runs up against by
imagining this little poem of Miss Lowell's being suddenly presented to
a Chinese scholar in his grass hut among the Seven Peaks:

NOSTALGIA

BY AMY LOWELL

"Through pleasures and palaces"--
Through hotels, and Pullman cars, and steamships. . .

Pink and white camellias
floating in a crystal bowl,
The sharp smell of firewood,
The scrape and rustle of a dog stretching himself
on a hardwood floor,
And your voice, reading--reading--
to the slow ticking of an old brass clock. . .

"Tickets, please! "
And I watch the man in front of me
Fumbling in fourteen pockets,
While the conductor balances his ticket-punch
Between his fingers.

As we read this poem, instantly pictures of American travel start before
our eyes: rushing trains with plush-covered seats, negro porters in
dust-grey suits, weary ticket-collectors; or marble-floored hotel
entrances, clanging elevator doors, and hurrying bell-boys, also the
vivid suggestion of a beautiful American house. But our scholar would
see none of this. To him, a journey is undertaken, according to the part
of the country in which he must travel, either in a boat, the types of
which are infinitely varied, from the large, slow-going travelling barge
capable of carrying many passengers, to the swifter, smaller craft
which hold only two or three people; in one of the several kinds of
carriages; in a wheelbarrow, a sedan chair, a mule litter, or on the
back of an animal--horse, mule, or donkey, as the case may be. Again,
there is no English-speaking person to whom "Home, Sweet Home" is not
familiar; in a mental flash, we conclude the stanza suggested by the
first line, and know, even without the title, that the subject of the
poem is homesickness. Our scholar, naturally, knows nothing of the kind;
the reference is no reference to him. He is completely at sea, with no
clue as to the emotion the poem is intended to convey, and no
understanding of the conditions it portrays. Poem after poem in Chinese
is as full of the intimate detail of daily life, as dependent upon
common literary experience, as this. There is an old Chinese song called
"The Snapped Willow. " It, too, refers to homesickness and allusions to
it are very frequent, but how can an Occidental guess at their meaning
unless he has been told? In this Introduction, therefore, I have
endeavoured to give as much of the background of this Chinese poetry as
seems to me important, and, since introductions are made to be skipped,
it need detain no one to whom the facts are already known.

The vast country of China, extending from the plains of Mongolia on the
North to the Gulf of Tonquin on the South, a distance of somewhat over
eighteen hundred miles, and from the mountains of Tibet on the West to
the Yellow Sea on the East, another stretch of about thirteen hundred
miles, comprises within its "Eighteen Provinces" practically every
climate and condition under which human beings can exist with comfort. A
glance at the map will show the approximate positions of the ancient
States which form the poetic background of China, and it will be noticed
that, with the exception of Yüeh, they all abut either on the Huang Ho,
better known as the Yellow River, or on the Yangtze Kiang. These two
great rivers form the main arteries of China, and to them is largely due
the character of the people and the type of their mythology.

The Yellow River, which in the old mythology was said to have its source
in the Milky Way (in the native idiom, "Cloudy" or "Silver River"),
really rises in the K'un Lun Mountains of Central Asia; from thence its
course lies through the country supposed to have been the cradle of the
Chinese race. It is constantly referred to in poetry, as is also its one
considerable tributary, the Wei River, or "Wei Water," its literal name.
The Yellow River is not navigable for important craft, and running as it
does through sandy loess constantly changes its course with the most
disastrous consequences.

The Yangtze Kiang, "Son of the Sea," often referred to as the "Great
River," is very different in character. Its source lies among the
mountains of the Tibetan border, where it is known as the "River of
Golden Sand. " After flowing due South for several hundred miles, it
turns abruptly to the North and East, and, forcing its way through the
immense wall of mountain which confronts it, "rushes with incredible
speed" to the far-off Eastern Sea, forming in its course the Yangtze
Gorges, of which the most famous are the San Hsia, or "Three Chasms. " To
these, the poets never tire of alluding, for, to quote Li T'ai-po, the
cliffs rise to such a height that they seem to "press Green Heaven. " The
water is low during the Winter months, leaving many treacherous rocks
and shoals uncovered, but rises to a seething flood during the Summer,
when the Tibetan snows are melting. The river is then doubly dangerous,
as even great pinnacles of rock are concealed by the whirling rapids.
Near this point, the Serpent River, so-called from its tortuous
configuration, winds its way through deep ravines and joins the main
stream. As may be imagined, navigation on these stretches of the river
is extremely perilous, and an ascent of the Upper Yangtze takes several
months to perform since the boats must be hauled over the numerous
rapids by men, called professionally "trackers," whose work is so
strenuous that they are bent nearly double as they crawl along the
tow-paths made against the cliffs. In spite of the precipitous nature of
the banks, many towns and villages are built upon them and rise tier on
tier up the mountain sides. Having run about two-thirds of its course
and reached the modern city of Hankow, the Great River changes its mood
and continues on its way, immense and placid, forming the chief means of
communication between the sea and Central China. The remarkably fertile
country on either side is intersected by water-ways, natural and
artificial, used instead of roads, which latter do not exist in the
Yangtze Valley, their place being taken by paths, some of which are
paved with stone and wide enough to accommodate two or three people
abreast.

As travel has always been very popular, every conceivable form of
water-borne craft has sprung up, and these the poets constantly used as
they went from the capital to take up their official posts, or from the
house of one patron to another, the ancient custom being for the rich to
entertain and support men of letters with whom they "drank wine and
recited verses," the pastime most dear to their hearts. The innumerable
poems of farewell found among the works of all Chinese poets were
usually written as parting gifts from the authors to their hosts.

As it nears the sea, the river makes a great sweep round Nanking and
flows through what was once the State of Wu, now Kiangsu. This and the
neighbouring States of Yüeh and Ch'u (the modern Chêkiang and parts of
Hunan, Kweichow, and Kiangsi) is the country painted in such lovely,
peaceful pictures by Li T'ai-po and his brother poets. The climate being
mild, the willows which grow on the banks of the rivers and canals are
seldom bare and begin to show the faint colour of Spring by the middle
of January; and, before many days, the soft bud-sheaths, called by the
Chinese "willow-snow," lie thick on the surface of the water. Plum-trees
flower even while the rare snow-falls turn the ground white, and soon
after the New Year, the moment when, according to the Chinese calendar,
Spring "opens," the fields are pink with peach-bloom, and gold with
rape-blossom, while the air is sweetly scented by the flowers of the
beans sown the Autumn before. Walls and fences are unknown, only low
ridges divide the various properties, and the little houses of the
farmers are built closely together in groups, as a rule to the South of
a bamboo copse which acts as a screen against the Northeast winds
prevailing during the Winter; the aspect of the rich plain, which
produces three crops a year, is therefore that of an immense garden, and
the low, grey houses, with their heavy roofs, melt into the picture as
do the blue-coated people who live in them. Life is very intimate and
communistic, and the affairs of every one in the village are known to
every one else. The silk industry being most important, mulberry-trees
are grown in great numbers to provide the silk-worms with the leaves
upon which they subsist, and are kept closely pollarded in order that
they may produce as much foliage as possible.

This smiling country on the river-banks, and to the South, provides a
striking contrast to those provinces lying farther North and West.
Shantung, the birthplace of Confucius, is arid and filled with rocky,
barren hills, and the provinces of Chili, Shansi, Shensi, and Kansu,
which extend Westward, skirting the Great Wall, are also sandy and often
parched for lack of water, while Szechwan, lying on the Tibetan border,
although rich and well irrigated, is barred from the rest of China by
tremendous mountain ranges difficult to pass. One range, called the
"Mountains of the Two-Edged Sword," was, and is, especially famous. It
formed an almost impassable barrier, and the great Chu Ko-liang,
therefore, ordered that a roadway, of the kind generally known in China
as _chan tao_ (a road made of logs laid on piers driven into the face of
a cliff and kept secure by mortar) be built, so that travellers from
Shensi might be able to cross into Szechwan. This road is described by
Li T'ai-po in a very beautiful poem, "The Terraced Road of the Two-Edged
Sword Mountains. "

These varied scenes among which the poets lived differed again from
those which flashed before their mental eyes when their thoughts
followed the soldiers to the far Northwest, to the country where the
Hsiung Nu and other Mongol tribes lived, those Barbarians, as the
Chinese called them, who perpetually menaced China with invasion, who,
in the picturesque phraseology of the time, desired that their horses
should "drink of the streams of the South. " These Mongol hordes
harassed the Chinese State from its earliest days; it was as a defence
against them that the "First Emperor" erected the Great Wall, with a
length of "ten thousand _li_" as Chinese hyperbole unblushingly
states--its real length is fifteen hundred miles. This defence could,
however, merely mitigate, not avert, the evil; only constant effort,
constant fighting, could prevent the Mongol hordes from overrunning the
country.

Beyond the Jade Pass in Kansu, through which the soldiers marched, lay
the desert and the steppes stretching to the very "Edge of Heaven," and
on this "edge" stood the "Heaven-high Hills"; while, on the way,
surrounded by miles of sand, lay the Ch'ing Hai Lake (Green, or Inland,
Sea), a dreary region at best, and peopled by the ghosts of countless
soldiers who had fallen in battle on the "Yellow Sand Fields. "

In addition to these backgrounds of reality, that of the Fertile Empire
and that of the Barren Waste, there was another--that of the "Western
Paradise" inhabited by the _Hsi Wang Mu_ (Western Empress Mother) and
those countless beings who, after a life in this world, had attained
Immortality and dwelt among the _Hsien_, supernatural creatures living
in this region of perfect happiness supposed to lie among the K'un Lun
Mountains in Central Asia. From the spontaneous manner in which they
constantly refer to it, and from the vividness of the pictures
suggested by their references to it, one can almost question whether
this Fairy World, the World of Imagination, with its inhabitants, were
not as real to the writers of the early days as was the World of
Actuality. Thus the topography of Chinese poetry may be said to fall
into three main divisions, and allusions are made to

1. The beautiful scenes in the Eighteen Provinces.
2. The desolate region beyond the Jade Pass.
3. The glorious "Western Paradise. "

Ideals determine government, and government determines social life, and
social life, with all that the term connotes, is the essence of every
literature.

The theory upon which the Chinese State was established is exceedingly
interesting, and although the ideal was seldom reached, the system
proved enduring and brought happiness to the people who lived under it.

The Emperor was regarded as the Son of the Celestial Ruler, as Father of
his people, and was supposed to direct his Empire as a father should
direct his children, never by the strong arm of force, but by loving
precept and example. In theory, he held office only so long as peace and
prosperity lasted, this beneficent state of things being considered a
proof that the ruler's actions were in accordance with the decree of
Heaven. Rebellion and disorder were an equal proof that the Son of
Heaven had failed in his great mission; and, if wide-spread discontent
continued, it was his duty to abdicate. The "divine right of kings" has
never existed in China; its place has been taken by the people's right
to rebellion.

This system created a very real democracy, which so struck the Dutchman,
Van Braam, when he conducted a commercial embassy to the Court of Ch'ien
Lung in 1794, that he dedicated his account of the embassy to "His
Excellency George Washington, President of the United States," in the
following remarkable manner:

Sir,

Travels among the most ancient people which now inhabits this globe,
and which owes its long existence to the system which makes its
chief the Father of the National Family, cannot appear under better
auspices than those of the Great Man who was elected, by the
universal suffrage of a new nation, to preside at the conquest of
liberty, and in the establishment of a government in which
everything bespeaks the love of the First Magistrate for the people.
Permit me thus to address the homage of my veneration to the
virtues, which in your Excellency, afford so striking a resemblance
between Asia, and America. I cannot shew myself more worthy of the
title of Citizen of the United States, which is become my adopted
country, than by paying a just tribute to the Chief, whose
principles and sentiments, are calculated to procure them a duration
equal to that of the Chinese Empire.

The semi-divine person of the Emperor was also regarded as the "Sun" of
the Empire, whose light should shine on high and low alike. His
intelligence was compared to the penetrating rays of the sun, while that
of the Empress found its counterpart in the soft, suffusing brilliance
of the moon. In reading Chinese poetry, it is important to keep these
similes in mind, as the poets constantly employ them; evil counsellors,
for instance, are often referred to as "clouds which obscure the sun. "

The Son of Heaven was assisted in the government of the country by a
large body of officials, drawn from all classes of the people. How these
officials were chosen, and what were their functions, will be stated
presently. At the moment, we must take a cursory glance at Chinese
history, since it is an ever-present subject of allusion in poetry.

Two favourite, and probably mythical, heroes, the Emperors Yao and Shun,
who are supposed to have lived in the semi-legendary period two or three
thousand years before the birth of Christ, have been held up ever since
as shining examples of perfection. Shun chose as his successor a man who
had shown such great engineering talent in draining the country, always
in danger of floods from the swollen rivers, that the Chinese still say:
"Without Yü, we should all have been fishes. " Yü founded the first
hereditary dynasty, called the Hsia Dynasty, and, since then, every time
the family of the Emperor has changed, a new dynasty has been
inaugurated, the name being chosen by its first Emperor. With Yü's
accession to the throne in 2205 B. C. , authentic Chinese history begins.

Several centuries later, when Yü's descendants had deteriorated and
become effete, a virtuous noble named T'ang organized the first of
those rebellions against bad government so characteristic of Chinese
history. He was successful, and in his "Announcement to the Ten Thousand
Districts," set forth what we should call his platform in these words:
"The way of Heaven is to bless the good and punish the wicked. It sent
down calamities upon the house of Hsia to make manifest its crimes.
Therefore I, the little child, charged with the decree of Heaven and its
bright terrors, did not dare forgive the criminal. . . . It is given to me,
the one man, to ensure harmony and tranquillity to your State and
families; and now I know not whether I may not offend the Powers above
and below. I am fearful and trembling lest I should fall into a deep
abyss. " The doctrine that Heaven sends calamity as a punishment for
man's sin is referred to again and again in the ancient "Book of
History" and "Book of Odes. " It is a belief common to all primitive
peoples, but in China it persisted until the present republic demolished
the last of the long line of dynastic empires.

T'ang made a great and wise ruler. The Dynasty of Shang, which he
founded, lasted until 1122 B. C. , and was succeeded by that of Chou, the
longest in the annals of Chinese history--so long, indeed, that
historians divide it into three distinct periods. The first of these,
"The Rise," ran from 1122 B. C. to 770 B. C.