IN AUTUMN, when the landscape is clear, to float over the wide, water ripples, To pick the water-chestnut and the lotus flower with a quick, light hand! The fresh wind is cool, we start singing to the movement of the oars. The clouds are bright; they part before the light of dawn; the moon has sunk below the Silver River. Enjoying such pleasure for ten thousand years— Could one consider it too much? @3Chao Ti of Han, The Bright Emperor English version by Florence Ayscough and Amy Lowell@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRUE UNTIL DEATH by ROBERT BURNS THE DAY IS DONE by PHOEBE CARY HUMPTY DUMPTY RECITATION [OR, SONG] by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE SEEDLING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A CONTEMPLATION UPON FLOWERS by HENRY KING (1592-1669) EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE COWARD by RUDYARD KIPLING |