Reviews for Three Hundred Tang Poems

The average rating for Three Hundred Tang Poems based on 2 reviews is 4 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2018-03-04 00:00:00 David Borci The poem quoted above was written by Du Fu, one of the greatest Chinese poets along with Li Bai; my favorite, Wang Wei, and my new favorite, Li Shangyin. This fine collection from the Tang Dynasty (618-907) was bought and meant to be read while being on vacation, a time to relax. Considering my inability to do so, I read most of these gorgeous poems during much tougher times than sitting by a sun-drenched lake in almost complete silence. These verses have been described as a treasury of wit, beauty, and wisdom; that is exactly what this book contains. From its exquisite book cover to the last non-rhyming line. In this edition, the poems are given by poet in alphabetical order and then arranged by type. There are also some notes at the back with explanations that should have been next to each poem to avoid some mild annoyance. Beauty is expressed in many ways. Thoughts of home under the bright moon, hundreds of boats passing by the mountains, countless cups of ale regretting the inevitable. Wars won, friends lost and lovers resentful of the distance. There is a lot of parting in these verses. Wistful longings for the old days and bittersweet reveries that, at times, very few times, were interrupted by reality. By a much-awaited reunion. Feb 25, 19 * Also on my blog. ** Actual rating: 4.5 stars.

Review # 2 was written on 2019-01-26 00:00:00 Thomas Muccilli Fallen Flowers By Li Shangyin "Admirers on the towers have left one after another. Drifting in the garden are fallen flowers. Blurry flower shadow stretches linking to a meandering trail. Look remotely to the flowers reflected with sunset afterglow. Feeling desperate, I cannot bear to sweep fallen flowers away. With my eager expectation, spring returns hurriedly. Whoever loves and cherish flowers naturally complains about the flashing end of spring. All my gain is tearful weeping with robes dampened" Passing the Xiangji Temple by Wang Wei " Not knowing where the Xiangji Temple exactly it is, A mile after another, I have wrongly entered the peaks surrounded by clouds repeatedly. Towering ancient trees stand there but no human footprint is found. Somewhere unknown resound bells tolling deep In the mountains. Spring water from mountains is gurgling when hitting rocks. Sunshine radiates its coldness in pine woods. At dusk, I enter this tranquil pond deeply hidden in desolation. Peacefully, I mediate and conquer the poisonous dragon troubling my mind."