I Don't Bow to Buddhas: Selected Poems of Yuan Mei
After The BathAloneAncient WallAnsweringAt 'be Careful' BankAt Random In My GardenAt The Narrows Of The Yung-chia RiverAutumn ThoughtsBellA Bitter ChargeBothered By My Dreams, I Wrote This In Six-word LinesBy AccidentClimbing The MountainCloud CreekCold NightConscioius Of WitheringCool HallDay After DayDelirium (joking At Illness)Dog DaysEgretFalling LeavesFifteenth Night Of The Second MoonFurs In The Sixth MonthGinsengGiven To The Monk Ts'an-ch'un At Yung-fu ShrineGoing Down From Fort Tu-hsia To Hen CaveGone Again To Gaze On The CascadeA Guest ArrivesI Saw It: I Wrote ItIdle StrollIdlenessIn A Boat: Fearsome WeatherIscj (i Can't Stand To Read Anything But My Own Collected Works)Jade Lady PeakJust Done (2)Just Done (3)Just Done (4)Just Done (5)Just Done (6)Last Poem: Goodbye To My GardenLate Gazing, Looking For An Omen As The Sun GoesLate, Walking Alone To A Temple In The Mountain's CleftLaughing At Myself For Lazing Around At West LakeLeaning On The RailingLessonA MomentMonk's PlaceMornings AriseMossMottoMountain Travel: Random SongMountain WanderingNear Hao-paNight ThoughtOld And TravelingOld, And Still TravelingOn A PaintingOn A Painting Of A White-haired Old ManOn A Painting Of The Yellow Millet Dream: A Dream Of Wealth And PowerOn The Road To T'ien-t'aiOn Trading My Poems For Autumn OrchidsOne PageP'u-t'o TemplePaintingPassing The Grave Of A FriendThe Peak Of Lonely ElegancePlanting PinesPropped On A PillowQuatrainA Quatrain In Six-character LinesRain PassesReading (2)Reading (1)RememberingReturned From Yang-chou, Up The Hill To View The SnowRhymes In A BoatRise And FallRolling Up The CurtainSadnessSaying Goodbye To A FriendSick (november Eighteenth)Sitting At NightSitting IdleSixtySleeplessSleepless (1)Sleepless (2)So Be ItSomething To RidiculeSpeaking My MindSpring DayStanding At Night At The Bottom Of The Steps (out Of Office)Talking ArtTemple Of The Bamboo GroveThey Mock Me For Planting Trees At My AgeTwelfth Moon, Fifteenth NightVisitingWandering Late At Kulin TempleWaning Years: Random PoemWaning Years: Random SongWhose HouseWillow FlowersWriting What I've SeenYou Have To Pass 'forty-nine Turns To The Top'--Table of Poems fromPoem Finder®