dankodes | The Works of Li Qingzhao, Ci Poems 3.1

南歌子

天上星河轉
人間簾幕垂。
涼生枕簟淚痕滋。
起解羅衣聊問夜何其。
翠貼蓮蓬小
金銷藕葉稀。 舊時天氣舊時衣。
只有情懷不似舊家時。

To the tune “Southern Song”

The River of Stars pivots in the sky, blinds and curtains hang down in the mortal world. Pillow and mat are chilly, the tear stains still moist.
I arise and untie my silken robe to ask about the progress of the night.
Turquoise stitching on lotus pods is fine,
gold outline on lotus leaves is delicate.  The weather is of years gone by, even the clothes of years gone by.
It’s just that my feelings do not resemble those of years gone by back home.

Edited 2022-01-26 22:16 (UTC)

“blinds and curtains hang down in the mortal world.” Is this—seasons change, it’s winter now?

“Turquoise stitching on lotus pods is fine,
gold outline on lotus leaves is delicate.” Is this a description of how these things look in nature? (Rather than some practice of stitching on the pods or gilding the leaves.)

Mm the ending of this does hit

Edited 2022-01-26 22:17 (UTC)

轉調滿庭芳

芳草池塘
綠陰庭院
晚晴寒透窗紗。
玉鈎金鎖管是客來唦。寂寞尊前席上惟愁海角天涯。
能留否酴醾落盡猶賴有梨花。
當年 曾勝賞
生香熏袖
活火分茶。
儘如龍驕馬
流水輕車。不怕風狂雨驟恰才稱煮酒牋花。
如今也不成懷抱
得似舊時那。

To the tune “Fragrance Fills the Courtyard, Modulated Version”

A pond amid fragrant grasses, courtyard shaded in green, on a clear evening, coolness enters the window gauze.
Jade hook and golden lock— surely the guests have arrived! But lonely before wine cup and banquet setting, aware only of sadness at the sky’s edge and end of the sea.
Will they be willing to stay for long? The thornberry flowers have all fallen, at least the pear blossoms remain.
In former years, we had the grandest pleasures.
Honey-bush incense perfumed our sleeves, cakes of tea were broken over live coals. Prancing steeds like sleek dragons
drew fluttering carriages swift as rushing waters. What did we care about blustery winds or driving rains? All the better for warming wine and inscribing flowery paper.
But as for today— no feeling at all forms in the heart,
how could we ever be like that again?

“Jade hook and golden lock—” is this specially significant?

“cakes of tea were broken over live coals.” Er, why?

The vibes on this are really resonant, tho I’m not sure exactly what it’s about

漁家傲

天接雲濤連曉霧。
星河欲轉千帆舞。
彷彿夢魂歸帝所
聞天語。殷勤問我歸何處。
我報路長嗟日暮。
學詩謾有驚人句。
九萬里風鵬正舉。
風休住。
蓬舟吹取三山去。

To the tune “The Fisherman Is Proud”

The sky joins billowing cloud-waves to morning mists.  The River of Stars begins to turn, a thousand sails dance.  My dreaming soul seems to have gone to the Lord of Heaven’s place,
where I hear Heaven speak. What is your final destination, it asks, showing real concern.
The road is long, I say, and the day already late.
I write poetry, but my startling lines are produced in vain. A wind blows thousands of miles, the giant phoenix will soon take
flight.  Oh wind, do not slacken!  Blow my little boat to the distant Isles of Immortals.

“The sky joins billowing cloud-waves to morning mists.” This is a cool natural effect I don’t see written about that much

“where I hear Heaven speak. What is your final destination, it asks” like, the disembodied place asks her? Or the court?

如夢令

常記溪亭日暮。
沈醉不知歸路。
興盡晚回舟
誤入藕花深處。爭渡。
爭渡。驚起一灘鷗鷺。

To the tune “As If in a Dream”

I often recall one sunset in a riverside pavilion. Having drunk too much, I forgot the way home. Knowing it was late, I started back in my boat at dusk
but paddled by mistake into a thick patch of lotuses. Struggling to get out, struggling to get out, I startled a whole sandbar of egrets into flight.

This is interesting because these songs normally have female performers, and the POV is associated with them, which implies that it’s fairly normal for a woman (maybe even a woman of the poet’s class?) to operate such a canoe? on her own. That sounds trivial, but there’s been a ton of writing on what the bike did for women’s mobility and real liberty in Europe, and in a land as dominated by waterways as China, that could mean something.

如夢令

昨夜雨疏風驟。
濃睡不消殘酒。
試問捲簾人
却道海棠依舊。知否。
知否。應是綠肥紅瘦。

To the tune “As If in a Dream”

Last night the rain was intermittent, the wind blustery. Deep sleep did not dispel the lingering wine. I tried asking the maid raising the blinds,
who said the crab-apple blossoms were as before. “Don’t you know? Don’t you know? The greens must be plump and the reds spindly.”

Now I’m big mad at the CLP for suggesting Li’s poetic persona (if not her person) is ‘drunk’ because these are mediated by an external singer, I’m not sure they’re supposed to conform to any idea of personal biography? Suggesting a concerted persona as expressed by these seems like an argument you’d truly have to make.

“who said the crab-apple blossoms were as before. “Don’t you know? Don’t you know? The greens must be plump and the reds spindly.”” I don’t get any of this part

多麗 咏白菊

小樓寒
夜長簾幕低垂。
恨蕭蕭
無情風雨夜來揉損瓊肌。也不似貴妃醉臉
也不似孫壽愁眉。韓令偷香徐娘傅粉
莫將比擬未新奇。細看取
屈平陶令
風韻正相宜。 16 微風起
清芬醞藉不減酴醾。
漸秋闌 雪清玉瘦
向人無限依依。
似愁凝
漢皋解佩
似淚灑紈扇題詩。明月清風濃煙暗雨
天教憔悴度芳姿。縱愛惜
不知從此
留得幾多時。
人情好
何須更憶澤畔東籬。

To the tune “Gorgeous” 

On the White Chrysanthemum

The low tower was cold, the night long, blinds and curtains hung down. How unwelcome, soughing on and on,
the uncaring wind and rain that bruised their jadelike skin. They do not resemble Guifei’s face flushed with wine,
nor do they resemble Sun Shou’s sorrowful eyebrows. The perfume that Director Han stole, the powder that Lady Xu wore,
were not nearly so fresh and marvelous.
When we look closely it is Qu Yuan and Tao Qian Whose graceful bearing befits theirs.
16 As a slight breeze stirs, their pure fragrance and refinement equal those of the briar rose.
As autumn reaches its end, 20 their spotless snow and slender jade
gaze with endless longing toward us. They seem filled with sorrow: the pearl pendants untied on Han’gao Mountain.
They appear to be shedding tears, the white silk fan inscribed with a poem.
In bright moonlight and chill winds heavy mists and dark rains,
Heaven makes their fragrant beauty look haggard. No matter how much we cherish them it’s impossible to know, from this moment on, how much longer they will last.
If a person truly cares for them, why must one always think back to Qu Yuan’s marsh and Tao Qian’s eastern hedge?

Isn’t a briar rose sort of ‘low’ coded in European tradition?

Interesting to see associations for chrysanthemums that AREN’T queer.

“If a person truly cares for them, why must one always think back to Qu Yuan’s marsh and Tao Qian’s eastern hedge?” This seems like the clincher, and we have no further information.

菩薩蠻

風柔日薄春猶早。
夾衫乍著心情好。
睡起覺微寒。
梅花鬢上殘。
故鄉何處是。
忘了除非醉。
沉水臥時燒。
香消酒未消。

To the tune “Bodhisattva Barbarian”

The wind delicate, the sun pale—it’s still early spring. I wore a lined jacket, my heart at ease. Now arising from sleep, I feel a chill in the air.
The plum blossom in my hair has withered.
My homeland, where is it? I can’t forget unless I’ve been drinking. Aloeswood incense smoldered as I lay down.
The fragrance has dissipated, the wine has not.

“Bodhisattva Barbarian” uh, metal??

“Aloeswood incense” do people make incense out of aloe tree wood?

“the wine has not.” Always with the drinking until you’re still drunk when you wake up, how strong was this shit?

菩薩蠻

歸鴻聲斷殘雲碧。
背窗雪落爐煙直。
燭底鳳釵明。
釵頭人勝輕。
角聲催曉漏。
曙色回牛斗。
春意看花難。
西風留舊寒。

To the tune “Boddhisattva Barbarian”

Migrating geese can no longer be heard, past broken clouds of cyan-green.
Snow falls outside the darkened window, the censer’s smoke rises straight.
A phoenix hairpin reflects the candle’s flame. Cutout figures weigh nothing, inserted beside the pin.
A garrison horn hurries the water-clock at dawn. The day’s first light comes to Dipper and Ox.
Eager for signs of spring, it’s hard to look for blossoms 8 when the west wind retains winter’s chill.

“paper cutouts of human figures, which were displayed on screens and worn in the hair.” Oh, is the CQL bit with LWJ’s hair and WWX’s paper cutout some light visual allusion to this?

She’s very good at evocative sensory description in a way I think previous poet’s haven’t really been

It reminds me of my teenage prayer, “oh God, let me write one poem as good as one by Keats.”

Me neither!

it’s hard to look for blossoms 8 when the west wind retains winter’s chill.

Really relating to this.

Oh this is the one that has been made into a song for Story of Minglan!
Here's an adorable pair of girls singing it.

I wonder at which point in her life did she write this and if she is the speaker. Is this a little sketch of what happened one morning, or a something from her imagination...?

It has very /youth/ vibes if that makes sense. Mood being influenced that the time has passed for the blooming flowers and being sad that the season is over.

Love how she describes the crabapple blossoms as 'reds' supposed to be thinning (the literal word is thin! What's this 'spindly' nonsense?), and the green leaves 'fattening' i.e. growing dense. It's such a fresh and slightly playful turn of phrase. Oh - and I just looked up images of crabapple trees, and in spring aka flowering season, they are absolutely COVERED in red or pink blossoms. You can hardly see any green. It's very pretty.

Also this whole little scene - it made me laugh!

Can you imagine someone maybe upset and drinking the night away while the wind is whooooooooooooing outside, and drizzling raindrops tap-tapping on the roof. Then they fall asleep and wake up still sort of drunk, feeling all melancholy about like, the going away of beautiful things. (/o\ I'm not going to look out the window!) When the maid comes in all matter-of-factly rolling up the blinds, they mock-casually ask, "hey would you just take a look and tell me how are the flowers today?"

The maid is like ???? "Nothing's changed, miss? They're all still out there." If she's ever been upset about fallen blossoms, it's probably when thinking about how much there is to sweep.

And the person is so exasperated like aaaaaaa she doesn't get it! 'Don't you know? Don't you know?! It's time for them to all be falling!"

EXACTLY like when I was trying to tell my dad about how it feels to sit on the work bus with a childhood friend when we used to take the morning school bus together, and he DIDN'T get it until I came right out to say "Ah, time passes fast!"

Edited 2022-01-29 01:01 (UTC)

WHERE are the associations for chrysanthemums that are queer? *side-eye emoji*

She really likes her flowers LOL! And her descriptions are always wonderfully vivid.

I think the Qu Yuan and Tao Qian mentions are because they both appreciate and like to write chrysanthemums into their poems? The last line of 'Qu Yuan’s marsh and Tao Qian’s eastern hedge' is a reference for the person (in Qu Yuan's case, because of the whole riverside/marsh bank conversation with the fisherman) and also to a poem (for Tao Yuan Ming).

I get why the translator would use Qu Yuan's marsh for 泽畔 when it really is just 'Riverside', and Tao Qian’s eastern hedge for 东篱 i.e. fence on the East side - because English readers just wouldn't have the context for the memes (unless they are familiar enough with Chinese poetry to catch the ball from the earlier name drop lmao).

Can't make heads or tails of what she's saying here though.
1) if you're doing well, there's no need to think of these people who dropped everything and left their vexing workplaces/situations?
2) just appreciate them for their beauty and don't think about wanting unhappy things?

she’s so charming....( ´▽` )ﾉ(_ _).｡o○
the vibe I get from this is slightly older world weary later twenties thirties? probably bc of the 殘 and the tempestuous storm and weary snooze. rain/wind and the imperfections of age weathering someone

the screens are lowered as it’s the night time, and the diancui (featherwork) making the lotus pods and gold embroidered lotus leaves on the rich garment have turned small and become loosened as the years weather the clothes worn when her finances were good and when the country had not fallen to invaders...so much trauma like most of the song poets ;-;
oh wow her life is so sad ;^;
天上星河轉
人間簾幕垂。is such a gorgeous thing to say though

Edited 2022-01-29 07:12 (UTC)

waking the fire to divide the tea is just describing parts of the tea ceremony which the Song had the wherewithal to luxuriate in (before the whole national trauma ofc)
the jade hook is the crescent moon, the gold lock is on the door (they like pairing jade and gold)
her verses are so pretty....aaa

Song is generally known for the openness and freedom for women especially compared to the stifling horrorshow of ming and qing.
I really do love any of the lyrical verses involving the passage through lotus leaves.....such a mainstay of the waterways and lakes of the jiangnan region, and this very famous one is so so lovely.

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