What orchid poems are there by famous authors?
This flower has a very picturesque quality overall; observed closely, it is like a landscape painting. The bright red spots on the large round lip are like fine brushwork accents, paired with the calm and elegant green outer petals, revealing a wonderfully beautiful artistic conception. I am very fond of it; this flower is temporarily named "Ink-Wash Blue-and-White," selected and bred by Lin Feng of Liancheng, Fujian.
"Ode to the Solitary Orchid"
Aisin Gioro Xuanye
Graceful blooms, long green leaves sway, the wind cannot hide the valley's fragrance.
Not because it can be strung as a pendant, even with no one around it blooms fragrant still.
"The Solitary Orchid"
Chen Yi
The solitary orchid in the mountain valley, originally unknown to anyone.
Only because its fragrance is so rich, seekers come from every corner of the hills.
Qing Dynasty, Huang Ren
Inscribing a Painting of Orchids
By the Yuan and Li rivers much longing, far roads my heart .
The paper window summons the fragrant soul, I paint its likeness but dare not wear it.
Qing Dynasty, Huang Ren
Inscribing a Painting of Orchids
In a porcelain pot rests a lovely stone, the clear-source one sends fragrance far.
You came from Wangchuan, and thus obtained this painting model.
Qing Dynasty, Ma Tai
Orchid
Clustered orchids bloom on the hidden cliff, their roots lodged near the Milky Way.
Spring water flows out on its own, heavenly wind blows without cease.
Qing Dynasty, Cao Yin
Winter Orchid
Winter grass spreads cold blue-green, the solitary orchid also blooms.
Pure as a grain-abstaining ascetic, thin as a poet polishing verses.
Clustered elegance like hairpin stems, the top splits into double buns.
At the evening window fragrant thoughts arise, wind shadows about to veil the gauze.
Gao Fenghan, "Inscribing Zheng Banqiao's Painting of Orchids and Chen Gaifu's Painting of Pines"
Gaifu paints pines, the pines all gnarled and spread; Banqiao paints orchids, the orchids all tumbling and loose.
Orchids tumbling and loose, orchids have fragrance; pine branches brush them, the pine wind blows long.
Sitting wrapped in the wind, the north window cool, this old servant savors such pure wildness.
Huang Ren, "Inscribing a Painting of Orchids" (three poems)
Whence comes the fragrance in your chamber? The four walls are an empty valley.
A single fist-sized stone, ancient and charming, a beauty accompanies the solitary one.
By the Yuan and Li rivers much longing, far roads my heart aches.
The paper window summons the fragrant soul, I paint its likeness but dare not wear it.
A porcelain pot nurtures a lovely stone, the clear-source one sends fragrance far.
You came from Wangchuan, and thus obtained this painting model.
Wang Shishen, "Orchid"
From the hidden valley comes the solitary orchid, in autumn its flowers bloom lush and fair.
Sharing with me a hidden tryst, in the empty hills longing to return far away.
Li Shan, "Ink Orchids and Huilan"
In shallow summer and deep spring the huilan blooms, one stem with several buds tumbling crisscross.
Though it cannot match the solitary orchid's rank, to plant a hundred mu would be a wish too grand.
Bao Yiyun, "Orchid Dialogue"
The hidden fragrance knows no spring, spring rushes to the peach-path waters.
The returning waves recall old friends, in the dim mist of dawn.
Formerly you admired me, graceful and fair, to what could it compare?
Eyes meeting south of the mountain, the clear river so green.
Soughing autumn rain is harsh, at the eaves' edge flower buds are conceived.
Fierce twelfth-month cold brews strange chill, the soil dry, no ants yet nurtured.
Craning my neck, longing for the bridal chamber, the north wind rises and blows my clothes.
The roots have sprouted but secretly already rotted, dwelling in the hall, ignorant of the way of life.
Resentment long, the bond ends unfulfilled; the matchmaker wearied, on whom to lean?
I pour wine and pledge with the flower, the flower's radiance departs as if speeding.
O fragrant one, sorrowing alone, who will believe in my beauty?
Gao E, "The Solitary Orchid Has a Gift"
The immortal of the nine mu, fragrant through her whole body, her roots should only lodge beside the Yuan and Xiang.
A whole river floats the Consort of the Xiang's se, in the eighth-month cold, the Chu traveler's robes.
Who made it face the gate and meet taboo, and further had it gathered and worn, too fragrant.
Deep in sorrow, I idly unroll the Li Sao to read; the Heavenly Questions was always the most vague.
Zhang Lianying, "Orchid Grass"
The solitary orchid has lofty bearing, its nature weak and prone to withering.
Its fragrance cannot be retained, cultivating it is but toiling in vain.
The little grass blooms from time to time, bright red interspersed with verdant green.
On the idle steps washed by new rain, its graceful manner so lovely.
It pleases the eye, not without delight, but alas it lacks rare fragrance.
I gather it to toy with a while, sighing at that serving-and-flattering nature.
With a smile I thank the Lord of Spring, glory and withering have no fixed form.
Wu Jiaji, "Quatrain of the Third Day of the Third Month"
Last night rain like silk fell on the boat's bow, watering the orchid and huilan branches in my pot,
Lush buds vie to open on the purification day, and travelers are just now arriving home.
Zhu Yizun, "Madam Gu Paints Orchids"
The fair chamber's person has gone, the brush stand empty, past affairs of Xizhou told of Lord Xie.
Still there is the Qinhuai's fragrant grass hue, light silk evenly dyed with sunset red.
Wang Shishen, "The Feng Girl Paints Orchids"
Begged from the poet's brush such loveliness, in the jade pool clearly mirrored, paired and fair.
Once its frail nature left the empty valley, all gaudy leaves and flaunting branches seem pitiable.
Shi Tao, "Ink Orchid"
Its roots have left the dust, how can it be made into poetry? With poetry I gift it in its loneliness.
When the great thousand fragrances pass, who can match it, savoring the moment of sprinkling ink by the pool.
Aisin Gioro Xuanye, "Autumn Orchid"
The potted plants before the hall, the fragrant orchid stands alone in beauty; the ancients called it the king of fragrances, and also likened it to the gentleman, so I composed four rhymes.
Lush and fair the autumn orchid's color, its spread leaves so verdant green.
I love this king of fragrances, putting forth flowers, lovely in the central court.
Its hidden fragrance scatters over pale book-wraps, its quiet shadow leans on sparse lattices.
Why must there be nine mu in plenty, to outdo that Li Sao classic.
"Cloud-Dwelling Bamboo and Trees So Lush, Solitary Orchids Fill the Mountain"
The mountain path winds and gathers, the sound of the stream heard everywhere.
Deep bamboo shade strikes the sun, ancient trees' force pierces the clouds.
Leaning on the rail I hear crying birds, climbing the cliff I gather rare fragrance.
Fair springtime is already half past, all things each rejoicing.
"Ode to the Solitary Orchid"
Graceful blooms, long green leaves sway, the wind cannot hide the valley's fragrance.
Not because it can be strung as a pendant, even with no one around it blooms fragrant still.
Cheng Fan, "Voicing My Heart"
The orchid is the king of fragrances, rich and fragrant in the clear breeze.
Ever the bearing of cliff and cave, it does not vie for flourishing beauty.
Cao Yin, "Winter Orchid"
Winter grass spreads cold blue-green, the solitary orchid also blooms.
Pure as a grain-abstaining ascetic, thin as a poet polishing verses.
Clustered elegance like hairpin stems, the top splits into double buns.
At the evening window fragrant thoughts arise, wind shadows about to veil the gauze
Orchid Poems
Tang Dynasty, Li Bai
A lone orchid grows in the hidden garden, amid all grasses overgrown and buried.
Though it basks in spring's bright sunshine, again it grieves the high autumn moon.
Flying frost falls early with a patter, its green brilliance feared to cease.
If there were no clear breeze to blow, for whom would its fragrance be sent forth.
Broad Compendium of Fragrant Flora
Qing Dynasty Liu Hao
The orchid grows in the hidden valley unknown to all, a guest planted it in the east porch and left me its fragrance.
I know its clear fragrance can dispel foulness, and more I love its fine leaves' clever defiance of frost.
Its roots by dense stones, autumn fragrance early, clusters lean on tall bamboo, cool in midday shade.
I would gift it along with the vetch by the hall, before my eyes ever seeing the Chu ci verses.
Same as above
Weeping dew, its light especially scattered, holding wind, its shadow slants of itself.
How can vulgar folk understand this: looking at leaves surpasses looking at flowers.
Yu Tonglu, "Ode to Orchid" (three poems)
With my own hands I planted two or three orchid roots, and as the sun warmed and the breeze softened, they bloomed one after another.
Sitting long, I did not notice the fragrance filling the room; pushing open the window, now and then a butterfly flies in.
A hundred grasses and a thousand flowers renew themselves day and night, but beneath this bamboo alone do I first know spring.
Though it has no gaudy color like a pretty girl, it has its own quiet fragrance like a person of virtue.
Where does the quiet fragrance rush to the wine cup? From the pollia in the isle and the sweet flag in the garden.
Threaded to wear as a pendant, cut to make a garment, it will not be allowed to hang on a humble door of woven brambles.
Orchid
Ming dynasty, Liu Bowen
The secluded orchid, in the empty mountains, a beauty loves it but cannot see it, so she tears white silk and paints it between the bright windows.
The secluded orchid, how lush and fragrant, the world now wears it and uses it for baskets and gifts, but I want to thread it to fill my waist cord, standing slender and alone, rejected by the crowd.
The secluded orchid, for whom does it bloom so fair? In cold dew and clear wind its fragrance ages by itself.
Colored Orchid
Ming dynasty, Zhang Yu
The fragrant grass is lush and green, I think of you west of the Li River.
The dew on the leaves is full and glistening, as if it wants to weep toward someone.
Orchid
Ming dynasty, Sun Kehong
In the empty valley there is a beauty, suddenly embracing her secluded solitude.
The east wind now and then brushes her, and her fragrance spreads far and grows more rich.
(Expressing the poet's lofty and far-reaching aspiration.)
Orchid
Ming dynasty, Xue Wang
I love the secluded orchid, different from all other flowers; it does not use its color to flatter the spring sun.
Under the west wind and cold dew in the deep forest, even if no one is there, it is fragrant by itself.
Two Poems on the Orchid
Ming dynasty, Li Rihua
Swallow mud about to fall, damp and congealed with fragrance; passing through the Chu garden, small butterflies are busy.
If it enters the secluded dream of the neighbor to the east, let its fragrant intent be fully dressed in new adornment.
I resent that the secluded orchid insists on its own way; it blooms without consulting me.
When it touches the tip of the nose, it is enjoyed; when I deliberately seek the fragrance, it is fragrance no more.
Painting Orchid
Ming dynasty, Jing Pianpian
They say it is planted in the deep forest, yet I still cherish the fragrance it gives when it leaves the valley.
If not for the force of the wind being strong, how could it cross the Xiao and Xiang?
Broken Branch Orchid
Qing dynasty, Zheng Banqiao
Painting the spring wind too much is worth nothing; one branch of green jade, half a branch of loveliness.
The rising sun in the mountains, the birds in the woods, carry out longing in the second month of spring.
Wondrous Fragrance at the Mountain Top
Qing dynasty, Zheng Banqiao
Standing atop the summit of a thousand mountains, in deep cliffs and deep crevices the wondrous fragrance is thick.
It is not that there are no floating clouds idle beneath its feet; they come without knowing it and leave without staying.
Secluded Orchid of the High Mountains
Qing dynasty, Zheng Banqiao
Through all ages the secluded and chaste one is this flower; it does not seek fame and rank, only mist and rosy clouds.
Woodcutters may perhaps find a way through, so it takes a stretch of high mountain to screen itself further.
Inscription on a Painting of Orchid
Qing dynasty, Zheng Banqiao
Standing atop the summit of a thousand mountains, in jutting rocks and deep crevices the wondrous fragrance is thick.
It is not that there are no floating clouds making noise beneath its feet; they come without knowing it and leave without staying.
Huan Xi Sha Orchid
As if in a bronze vase one sees the dew-covered sprout, sparse flowers cold and fallen, quietly holding charm.
The clear tears of the Xiang River drip into the spring tide; how could it be that heart matches heart in tender loveliness?
There is not a leaf to aid its elegant bearing; one heart-breaking collection is the Li Sao.
Ode to the Orchid
Zhu De
In Yuexiu Park's grove of flowers and trees, a hundred flowers all bloom and each vies for spring.
Only the orchid's fragrance is just right, for a time prized throughout the city of the Five Rams.
Poem in Praise of the Orchid
Zhang Xueliang
Its fair name is known throughout the four seas, and it has taken root in ten thousand homes.
Its leaves stand upholding upright spirit, its flowers are finely opened, not a showy bloom.
Evergreen, it defies severe cold, and smiles through the height of summer.
A true gentleman among flowers, its bearing rests in high elegance.
Secluded Orchid
Tang dynasty, Cui Tu
Planted in seclusion, who among the crowd knows it? Its fragrance it keeps only in secret.
Since no gentleman wears it, it is not that its national fragrance has faded.
White dew moistens it long and early, the spring wind always arrives late.
It is not as good as the grass by the road; its rich fragrance, what is it for!
Orchid
Ming dynasty, Chen Ruyan
The orchid grows in the deep mountains, richly giving forth quiet fragrance.
By chance it is admired by the world, and moved to be placed in a high hall.
Rain and dew lose their proper season, the roots and stem leave their native land.
Though it receives the power of care and protection, its long nurture is not by the right method.
In winter cold, frost and snow fall; its green leaves may fear being worn and injured.
How much better in the woods and ravines, where when the time comes it is fragrant by itself.
Four Quatrains on the Twin-Hearted Orchid
Qing dynasty, Qian Qianyi
The new adornment just finished, at the time of gathering orchids, suddenly I see a twin-hearted one put forth a branch.
I treasure Heaven's intent in cutting and trimming it; the adornment complete, she bows with joy filling her brows.
Orchid
Qing dynasty, Qiu Jin
Planted together in the nine gardens, its quality alone is finest, most fit to be pinned to adorn a beauty's head.
Ever since the Master came to the railing and looked upon it, it is ashamed to rank with common flowers vying in gaudy rivalry.