Tang Song Poetry

[Andrew Dyer]

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[Andrew Dyer]

This relates very well with the poem River Snow by Liu Zongyuan because it gives you a visual of the exact poem.

[Caleb Wursten]

"When will we pacify the pillaging Hu, So my husband can end his long journey?" This quote of Li Bai's poem makes me think of the enduring sadness of having a loved one go to war. The painting of a dreary winter day brings out the same sadness illustrated in the poem.

[Christine Clark]

Autumn Meditations (1)

Du Fu

Jade dew withers and wounds the groves of maple trees,
On Wu mountain, in Wu gorge, the air is dull and drear.
On the river surging waves rise to meet the sky,
Above the pass wind and cloud join the earth with darkness.
Chrysanthemum bushes open twice, weeping for their days,
A lonely boat, a single line, my heart is full of home.
Winter clothes everywhere are urgently cut and measured,
Baidicheng above, the evening's driven by beating on stones.

On Tuesday, November 6, 2012 9:32:37 AM UTC-5, Andrew Dyer wrote:

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[Christine Clark]

After looking at your chosen poem, I agree that the picture you have chosen connects very well. Your post would have been complete if you had included the poem itself along with the picture.

[Cat Williams]

"When young, I'd not enjoyed the common pleasures,
My nature's basic love was for the hills.
Mistakenly I fell into the worldly net,
And thus remained for thirteen years.
A bird once caged must yearn for its old forest,
A fish in a pond will long to return to the lake.
So now I want to head to southern lands,
Returning to my fields and orchards there.
About ten acres of land is all I have,
Just eight or nine rooms there in my thatched hut.
There's shade from elms and willows behind the eaves,
Before the hall are gathered peaches and plums.
Beyond the dark and distance lies a village,
The smoke above reluctant to depart.
A dog is barking somewhere down the lane,
And chickens sit atop the mulberry tree.
The mundane world has no place in my home,
My modest rooms are for the most part vacant.
At last I feel released from my confinement,
I set myself to rights again."

I believe this painting connects to the poem. The poem talks about how he didn't like being in the town/city and wanted freedom. He liked how the nature let him be who he really is. In the mid far-right area of the painting, it shows how constricted the town is and how vast the hills are, and how open they are. The color scheme also shows that it's a "happy" painting like how this poem is written. 

[Caleb Wursten]

I agree with the picture you chose and think it really captures the Chinese wilderness. Although I must be missing the happy writing style that you talk about in the last sentence. I get more of a nostalgic vibe from the poem. 

[Jacob Cloutier]

Heaven's already taken my wife,
Now it's also taken my son.
My two eyes are still not dry,
My heart desires only death.
Rain falls and soaks into the earth,
A pearl sinks into the ocean's depths.
Dive in the sea and you can seek the pearl,
Dig in the earth and you can see the water.
Only people return to the source below.
For all of time. This we know.
I hold my chest; to whom now can I turn?
Emaciated, a ghost in the mirror.

This image is my poem because it shows a man alone with his thoughts just like my poem describes. Another way that it is my poem is that it describes a water which made me think this man was near water when he wrote it, so this man is in a boat a kinda looks depressed like the man in the poem mourning the lose of his family.  

[Cat Williams]

he talks about how he fell in love with the hills and freedom, just how the poem flows fives a more happy vibe. 

[Douglas Kimball]

A thousand hills, but no birds in flight,
Ten thousand paths, with no person's tracks.
A lonely boat, a straw-hatted old man,
Fishing alone in the cold river snow.

[Andrew Dyer]

A thousand hills, but no birds in flight,
Ten thousand paths, with no person's tracks.
A lonely boat, a straw-hatted old man,
Fishing alone in the cold river snow.

[Kirsten Costedio]

When we two first became husband and wife
Was seventeen years ago today.
We couldn't look at each other enough,
What loss could compare to this?
Already, my temples are mostly white,
I'd rather my body had finished its time.
In the end, we'll share a tomb;
Still not dead, I weep and weep.