Friday, March 20, 2015


song of endless sorrow  

            synchronize with music attached

 http://seeingnorthlight.blogspot.com/2015/03/blog-post.html

Emperor Hsuan Tsung
had ruled 20 years
without finding that beauty he craved
and while he still sought her
concealed in her home
a young girl so beautiful
she could not be hidden or left unknown
was chosen for the Court

synchr____one flick of her eyebrow
one glimpse of her smile
six palaces stood empty
all beauty became nothing
for the Emperor saw her bathing one cold Spring Day
in hot Wah Ching pool

her skin shedding softness to the silken water
snow white
fragile
maids ran to help her in case she should fall

this first day the Emperor rejoiced in her
dark clouds her hair, fresh flowers her face
her crown moved sky as she swayed
through warm Spring nights that seemed so short
a mere flicker of darkness
before sunlight brightened their velvet bed
laughter and lovemaking
leaving no time for the problems of State

beside him she feasted
wine burnished her cheeks
in their chamber, shadows brimming, gold tones at dusk
she prepared for the night

3000 beauties dwelt in the Palace
only 1 had the King’s love

synchr____her relatives were honored
her homeland praised
everywhere parents treasured young girls

Li Palace rose up giving music to the breeze
soft songs slow dance
frozen tableaux in the air
his regal eyes would not gaze away from hers
till Yu Yang’s war drums finally arrived
cut short that lovely
Yee Tong tune

war dust and smoke
a long line of carriages
carried the Court away
fleeing southwest
the Emperor’s flag moving forward on the road
travelled less than one hundred miles
before his Army stopped him
demanded her life should atone for his deeds
his neglect of the State

And the Emperor was powerless
he could not prevent his Army from hanging her
horses watched her die

fade out___ear rings
bracelets
pins
all scattered on the ground
her golden sparrow hairpin glittered among them
but no-one would touch them

his arm to his eyes he heard her sobs stop
his arm fell limp, tears, blood, fell down

5 second pause____
yellow dust filled the sky
cold winds everywhere
those that went with him followed that hard road
that curves up Kan-Kock till beneath Au Mia peak
a remnant around him
his flag paused
gathered strength

clear rivers
green mountains
crisp air
all these could cure any grief
except for the Emperor’s

day and night he longed for her
and if moonlight touched him his heart shivered
and if nights were cloudy the sound of rain like bells
on his tent, cut him to pieces


5 second pause____
then order was restored
the Emperor travelled back
came to Horse Ridge
where his grief began

searched for her jade face buried underground
he could not see her
he waited    prayed
his ministers came close to him
their clothes drenched with tears
his horse pulled him home

the Palace unchanged
hibiscus still blossomed by the pool where she bathed
hibiscus like her face her brow like the willows
with images like these could he not cry

Spring came
flowers blossomed
peaches
                plums
                          blew open
autumn rain
leaves shriveled
fell

gardens unkempt
leaves lying in mounds
no-one would sweep them

clowns, jokers
their hair turning white
eunuchs, chambermaids
all grew old

at night only fireflies accompanied him
his oil-lamp burnt out
sleep would not follow
watch bells rang out
each night more endless
who was beside him in the cold grey morning?
when thick frost whitened the yin yang tiles?

for one year this feeling
numb   not dead
life absent   dreams empty

5 second pause
enter after music____
from Ling Chun a Taoist came to the Emperor
his sincerity allowed him to call on the dead
he could travel on clouds
run like lightning
had been to the sky’s end
the ends of the earth
he offered the Emperor his help

in Heaven in Hell he could not find her
till he overheard angels talking of a mountain
far over the sea
floating free in the air
in five colored clouds
wafted by the wind
between two veils
where dwelling in a city
of delicate houses
a lady Tai Ching
her face full of flowers
like snow her skin
was she not the loved one?
the lost Lady Yang?

brief pause____
the Taoist went there, went to the west-most house
knocked on a jade door
told the maids to announce
Hsuan Tsung’s messenger had come

as if still in her dreams
she rose from her bed
hurriedly smoothing the pillows

bead curtain swept back
silver screen falling
she came quickly from the bedroom
her hairpin tilted
her cap falling loose
just as it had when she danced to that lovely
Yee Tong tune

tears running down had riven her cheeks
like peach blossom stained by rain
she thanked his kindness eyes glowing with love
she hadn’t seen his smile
heard his voice in her dreams
each lonely night she recounted
as she looked down
mist and dust
obscured the Palace where her heart still dwelt

a gold box, a gold hairpin, she broke both in half
bade the messenger to say to her Lord
“his heart and hers like the halves of these tokens
would go on as true as sustaining as gold
till somewhere they would meet”

did the Emperor still remember the oath they had made
at midnight in Chumsong Palace on the 7th day in July

synchr____“like birds joining wing
we will fly on forever
like entangled roots
we will live never part”

the sky has a height
the earth a limit
eternity will end

their sorrow 

flows

beyond



                        Po-Chu-Yi


                        music by Chris Horne

                        translated by David Sen & Dick Russell



                        Copyright © Horne, Sen & Russell 2015


First published in Chapman, Volume III, No 4,
Edinburgh, Scotland 1975
Editors: Walter Perrie, Joy Hendry, Robert R. Calder


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