Together
we bathe in waves of Grace by Phoenix Pool, 8 at every dawn court dipping our brushes to serve our Lord and Ruler.
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Unauthenticated Download Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM A Companion Piece For Drafter Jia Zhi?
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Dawn Court at Daming Palace?
363 Jia Zhi ?
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(718?
772) composed a poem on the dawn court gathering in the newly restored court.
The companion piece by Du Fu survives, along with the companion pieces by Wang Wei and Cen Shen.
Jia Zhi, Dawn Court at Daming Palace, for My Colleagues in the Two Ministries Silver candles scent the heavens, stretching along on purple streets, colors of spring in the Forbidden City, lush in the morning.
A thousand fronds of pliant willows hang by blue chain-patterned gates, 4 with a hundred warbling orioles circling Jianzhang Palace.
The sounds of waist-strung swords follow steps on the pavements of�jade, bodies in caps and gowns tease wisps of incense from imperial braziers.
Together we bathe in waves of Grace by Phoenix Pool, 8 at every dawn court dipping our brushes to serve our Lord and Ruler. 5. 37 A Companion Piece For Drafter Jia Zhi? s ? Dawn Court at Daming Palace? 1 Night? s fifth watch, the water-clock? s sound speeds its morning marker, colors of spring in the ninefold palace make immortal peaches drunk. Sun warm on pennons and streamers, dragons and serpents stir, 4 by palace halls the breeze is light, swallows and sparrows fly high. Dawn court done, the scented smoke you carry filling your sleeves, the poem finished, pearls and jade are right on your flourished brush. If you want to see generations in charge of lovely silken lines,2 8 to this day on the pool there is phoenix down. 3 1 Original note: ? The Drafter? s father was in charge of edicts? ? ?
Together we bathe in waves of Grace by Phoenix Pool, 8 at every dawn court dipping our brushes to serve our Lord and Ruler. 5. 37 A Companion Piece For Drafter Jia Zhi? s ? Dawn Court at Daming Palace? 1 Night? s fifth watch, the water-clock? s sound speeds its morning marker, colors of spring in the ninefold palace make immortal peaches drunk. Sun warm on pennons and streamers, dragons and serpents stir, 4 by palace halls the breeze is light, swallows and sparrows fly high. Dawn court done, the scented smoke you carry filling your sleeves, the poem finished, pearls and jade are right on your flourished brush. If you want to see generations in charge of lovely silken lines,2 8 to this day on the pool there is phoenix down. 3 1 Original note: ? The Drafter? s father was in charge of edicts? ? ?
