Rhapsodies · LT404
Prose Rhapsodies
Philosophical and landscape rhapsodies infused with fluid prose syntax.
9works
2dynasties
6authors
Mural guide
A scholar follows a waterfall path into layered cliffs, where the landscape opens in a fluid sweep.
- Rhapsody on the Epang Palace
The men of Qin had no time to mourn themselves, so later generations mourn them; but if later generations mourn them without taking warning, they will only make still later generations mourn them in turn.
- Rhapsody on the Great PengLashing the water for three thousand li, it rears up; heading for ninety thousand li, it races on its way.
- Rhapsody on the Bright Hall · ExcerptLofty and vaulted is the Bright Hall, opening against the sky!
- Rhapsody on the Plum BlossomAlone it strides through early spring, keeping its nature whole.
- Seeing Off the Ghosts of PovertyEverything that makes my face hateful and my words tasteless is your doing.
- First Rhapsody on the Red Cliff
Lodging like mayflies between heaven and earth, tiny as a single grain in the vast ocean. Lamenting the transience of our brief life, envying the unending flow of the Great Yangtze. Only the clear breeze over the river and the bright moon among mountains: when ear hears it, it becomes sound; when eye meets it, it becomes color. Taking without prohibition, using without exhaustion—this is the boundless inexhaustible treasury of the Creator.
- Rhapsody on the Sounds of AutumnGrasses and trees have no feelings, yet in their season they wither and fall.
- Latter Rhapsody on the Red CliffThe river surged with audible currents, the sheer bluffs rose a thousand feet; the mountains loomed high beneath a diminutive moon, and as the waters receded, jagged rocks emerged. How brief the passage of days and months, yet the landscape is transformed beyond recognition!
- Rhapsody on the Singing CicadaI did not know what creature it was; its name was the cicada.





