A Complete Collection of Classic Ancient Poems Describing Magnolia Flowers
The magnolia is a famous early-spring ornamental flowering tree. When it blooms in early spring, the whole tree is covered in purple-red flowers, with a quiet and graceful charm all its own. Ancient literati and poets were very fond of magnolias and wrote many poetic lines about them. Today, the editor has compiled several passages of poetry about magnolia flowers for your enjoyment.
Tang Dynasty Poems About Magnolia Flowers
"Late Spring in Fujian" Tang Dynasty: Pei Tingyu
The Wu mountains enter my dreams, the post-road stretches far; I follow a lone sail, a guest at the edge of the sea. Ninety days of spring are mostly rain; three thousand li of road, and I have not returned home. The gomuti palm's soil is damp, the southern mist gathers; the willow river runs deep, hidden by miasmal fog. I lean on every railing, my sorrow like the sea; the cuckoo cries past the magnolia flowers.
"By the Pond" Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
By the pond the sun is about to slant; the young man returns home early. In vain he waves a white feather fan, teasing my magnolia flowers. It is not a tree atop the city wall, so how could it perch the coming-and-going crows?
"Magnolia Dell" Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
On the tips of the branches, hibiscus flowers, in the mountains put forth red calyxes. By the ravine door all is silent, no one there; one after another they bloom and fall. The magnolia flower is the magnolia dell flower.
Song Dynasty Poems About Magnolia Flowers
"Ten Poems on Suzhou, No. 2: Magnolia Hall" Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan
In the hall are arrayed singers and bells, and I am much ashamed to be no match for the ancients. Yet I envy the magnolia flower, which once saw the Rainbow Garment dance.
"Three Poems Matching the Rhymes of He Bowen" Song Dynasty: Hong Zikui
Before the courtyard stands the magnolia flower, bright and white, holding up the spring sun. Cranes cry at the midnight water-clock hour; pacing among the flowers, I sing of Shang alone. Low and lingering, the dew dampens my clothes; vast and boundless, the moon fills the beams. Deep reflection, faint and who can I speak to; in my heart it is hidden all in vain.
"Ten Miscellaneous Poems of Xinshi" Song Dynasty: Hua Yue
The vermilion gate and whitewashed walls mark the banished immortal's home; beyond the willows, autumn steeds set off the sunset clouds. A whole ravine of blue clouds flows and will not leave; a magnolia boat is tied to the magnolia flowers.
Yuan and Ming Dynasty Poems About Magnolia Flowers
"Magnolia Slow, from the Zhenqi Hall Edition of the Surviving Manuscripts of Zhao Daizhi, Zhu Edition" Yuan Dynasty: Zhao Yong
I regret the hurried parting composed in verse; turning my head to gaze back, one long sigh. I remember hand in hand by the stream, the horse going slowly, the vast level sands. At this moment, gloomily heartbroken, how can one trace of the bright moon span two ends of the world? The lone boat heading south gradually fades; tonight, in whose home shall I lodge? Since parting, not ten days have passed, yet it seems like years. Even gazing to the farthest layered cliffs, where is my old friend; tears fall among the reeds. Gathering and scattering, ancient and modern, are hard to predict; so let me ride the wind and loudly chant of the magnolia flower. I only wish the rosy face stays forever fair, and do not grieve that the waters are far and the mountains distant.
"Leisurely Dwelling in Spring" Ming Dynasty: Wang Nülang
Dense shade of willow color covers the window gauze; the wind sends a wisp of incense smoke slanting. The courtyard grass turns green at dusk as it pleases; the cuckoo cries up on the magnolia flowers.
"Late Spring in Fujian" Ming Dynasty: Zhang Yu
The Wu mountains enter my dreams, the post-road stretches far; I follow a lone sail, a guest at the edge of the sea. Ninety days of spring are mostly rain; three thousand li of road, and I have not returned home. The gomuti palm's soil is damp, the southern mist gathers; the willow river runs deep, hidden by miasmal fog. I lean on every railing, my sorrow like the sea; the cuckoo cries past the magnolia flowers.