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The Works of Li Qingzhao, Ci Poems 3.57 - 3.66
The FINAL instalment of Li Qingzhao’s poetry. This book is freely available via De Gruyter's Library of Chinese Humanities in Mandarin and English and via several publication formats, including two open access options (the pdf appears to be better formatted than the ebook). We're reading the poems 3.57 through 3.66, inclusive.
How to Read Chinese Poetry has three chapters on the ci forms Li Qingzhao uses here:
Recall from the introduction that everything after 3.35 is relatively likely to be misattributed. This is especially true after 3.45: these may be written deliberately 'in Li Qingzhao's style'.
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How to Read Chinese Poetry has three chapters on the ci forms Li Qingzhao uses here:
Chapter 12, Ci Poetry: Short Song Lyrics (Xiaoling)
Chapter 13, Ci Poetry: Long Song Lyrics (Manci)
Chapter 14, Ci Poetry: Long Song Lyrics on Objects (Yongwu Ci)
Recall from the introduction that everything after 3.35 is relatively likely to be misattributed. This is especially true after 3.45: these may be written deliberately 'in Li Qingzhao's style'.
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3.59
病起蕭蕭兩鬢華。
卧看殘月上窗紗。
豆蔻連梢煎熟水
莫分茶。
枕上詩書閑處好
門前風景雨來佳。
終日向人多蘊藉
木犀花。
To the tune “Wildflower Seeds”
Arising in my illness, hair grown wispy and streaked grey at the temples. Lying down, I view the crescent moon through window gauze. I infuse joined sprigs of cardamom in boiling water
instead of preparing tea.
Books in my bed make the leisure hours pleasant, the view outside my door is lovely in the rain. All day they face me with such elegance and feeling,
the osmanthus flowers.
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This is a surprisingly upbeat-in-resignation poem, for the oeuvre
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