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[Animal I]\n\n[Swallow]\n\nOde to the Swallow\nZhang Jiuling\nThe sea swallow is small and slight in size; it comes with spring, a transient guest in the skies.\nIt knows not that mud is humble and low; it only sees the jade hall's open glow.\nThrough embroidered doors, it enters two by two; by painted halls, how many times it flew.\nI bear no heart for worldly strife or chase; O hawks and falcons, do not guess my place.\n\nSwallowcall\nDu Fu\nThey do not only shun the frost and snow; but how their mates are few, and loneliness does grow.\nThrough all four seasons they keep their time; in the eighth moon they know to climb.\nWill spring's hues ever come to visit me? My young ones still can recognize their destiny.\nIf the old nest should not be ruined whole, I'll fly again beside my master's soul.\n\nLate Swallow\nBai Juyi\nAll birds have raised their young, their task is done; the autumn swallow lingers, left alone.\nThe time to leave the nest is drawing near; why still carry mud with doubtful cheer?\nNot knowing that the season is too late; in vain it spends its labor and its fate.\nThe human world is just the same, I find; not only swallows build their nests in kind.\n\nSwallow\nLi Shangyin\nNo more twittering, the old nest is bare; half-open curtains let the breeze in air.\nWhere in high towers can we see the pair? For whom do they fly to the painted hall fair?\n\n[Wild Goose]\n\nA Poem on Wild Geese, Written in the South\nWei Chengqing\nSouthward I go ten thousand miles from home; northward the spring geese fly, and not to roam.\nI wonder when the time will come, you see; that I can come back home again with thee.\n\nLone Goose I\nDu Fu\nThe lonely swan won't drink or eat; its cries recall its kind's defeat.\nWho pities this lone shadow, lost in cloud, from all the rest in misty shroud?\nIt gazes far as if it still could meet; its grief redoubles like a drumbeat fleet.\nThe crows have no such feeling; they just crowd and clamor loud and proud.\n\nHomebound Goose\nQian Qi\nWhy from the Xiao and Xiang do you so soon return? The water green, sand bright, with moss on banks, we learn.\nWhen twenty-five strings play at night their plaintive tone, you can't endure and thus you turn.\n\nEarly Goose\nDu Mu\nAt Golden River, mid-autumn, bows are bent; and from the clouds, the startled flocks in sorrow sent.\nThe bronze palm's moonlit shadow passes lone; and from the dim-lit palace, voices come in moan.\nYou know the Tartar horsemen are in throng; they cannot go back with spring wind, all along.\nDo not disdain the Xiaoxiang's lonely place; with wild rice and berries by the water's face.\n\n[Crane]\n\nTwo Laments for the Crane I\nLiu Yuxi\nA lonely pair of cranes in silence stand; their master lives in the Western Capital's land.\nTheir former nest in Wu's garden trees they know; deep in Luoyang's courtyard, the city's row.\nThey pace among the bamboos, slow and mild; their hearts embrace the clouds with feelings wild.\nWho cares for the fair moon and breeze at night? The neighbor plays the flute with all his might.\n\nCrane\nDu Mu\nIts pure notes greet the moonlit dawn; it stands in reeds, with thoughts forlorn.\nIts red crown like a beauty's cheek; its white plumes like old sages' streak.\nThe clouds are wild, the egrets coarse; their spirits rough, without remorse.\nAll day no mate, it stays alone; by the stream it mourns its own.\n\n[Heron]\n\nQuatrain\nDu Fu\nTwo golden orioles sing in willows green, a row of white egrets to the blue sky lean.\nMy window frames the western snow with sheen, and by the gate a boat from Wu is seen.\n\nThe White Egret\nLiu Yuxi\nThe egret white, of noblest grace.\nIts plumage rivals snow in white. While other birds make noisy plight, it stands in pensive solitary night.\nIt sleeps alone on grass so green, and lingers long on stones that gleam.\nThe front hills have no cloud in sight; it flies into the azure light.\n\nHeron\nDu Mu\nWhite feathered with a beak of jade sheen, they fish in the stream's shadowy scene.\nStartled, they fly to the green hills' screen, like pear blossoms in the evening serene.