Post by clusium on Apr 26, 2024 16:36:55 GMT
I agree with FilmFlaneur that it is discriminatory to only have atheist, Christian, & Jewish poetry, so here is our first Confucian poem to share:
A Man's Praise Of His Wife
By Confucius
A Man's Praise Of His Wife
by Confucius
Confucius
My path forth from the east gate lay,
Where cloud-like moved the girls at play.
Numerous are they, as clouds so bright,
But not on them my heart's thoughts light.
Dressed in a thin white silk, with coiffure gray
Is she, my wife, my joy in life's low way.
Forth by the covering wall's high tower,
I went, and saw, like rush in flower,
Each flaunting girl. Brilliant are they,
But not with them my heart's thoughts stay.
In thin white silk, with head-dress madder-dyed,
Is she, my sole delight, 'foretime my bride.
By Confucius
A Man's Praise Of His Wife
by Confucius
Confucius
My path forth from the east gate lay,
Where cloud-like moved the girls at play.
Numerous are they, as clouds so bright,
But not on them my heart's thoughts light.
Dressed in a thin white silk, with coiffure gray
Is she, my wife, my joy in life's low way.
Forth by the covering wall's high tower,
I went, and saw, like rush in flower,
Each flaunting girl. Brilliant are they,
But not with them my heart's thoughts stay.
In thin white silk, with head-dress madder-dyed,
Is she, my sole delight, 'foretime my bride.
(Sort of reminds me of Proverbs chapter 31 in praise of a Good Wife)