Like me, you may have to teach about the economy and ecology of Late Imperial China. It is hard to make that lively. Poetry would help. Students love poetry. Thankfully, you don’t have to go looking for poems on the environment, Mark Elvin has found some for you.1
If you want something on irrigation (pg. 438)
Forth comes the Yellow River, out from its Dragon Gates,
And endless, endless, are the miles it flows with furious waves!
Now – to train its traveling surges not to overspill their course,
The current of the waters must be weakened near their source.
Once split apart in branch streams along the upper reaches,
The distributaries that lie downstream will then spread out in peace.….
In the lands of the north, and the central plains,
Officials will govern the adits and the drains.
For the pattern of conduits they’ll lay down the rules,
So the land’s watered as water runs through!
…..
We’ll use water’s own requirements to fix the varying depths,
And follow the topography for the straight parts and the bends.
And when ten years have run their course, we shall proclaim the fruits:
How all along the River there are multiple branch loops,
Such that the terrain there has been turned to fertile acres,
And every last locality has abundant ears of grain.
The supplies of tax rice sent to Court, and cargoes, too, of millet,
Will have cut the costs of shipping grain down close to nonexistent.
So dense a channel network will make riding horses difficult,
And malfeasance won’t be simple for brigands or for miscreants. pg
As Elvin points out, you could hardly get a more grandiose vision of a megaproject today.
Needless to say, things can go wrong. I suppose a description of people trying to survive a flood on the Yellow river would fit better, but he has a good one on the breach of a sea-wall in Jiaxing, Zhejiang Pg 172
Some of the people used ropes, to tie themselves together,
Hoping this way to support each other, or give each other help.
How were they to know that, together, they’d be swept away and drowned?
Some of them sought to escape, boring holes in the rooves of their houses,
But their bodies, along with their reed-thatched shacks, were borne off
and tossed about.Some clutched at beams and rafters, and let themselves go where these
went,
But the wind pounded and battered them, and scattered them east and west.
Some clambered to the tops of trees, where they floated for a time,
But snakes climbed up to the treetops, driven, too, by fear of dying.
Men, scared the snakes would bite their hands, of themselves released their
hold.
Men and snakes have gone, together, into the other world
The downpour ceased at dawn, but the storm did not let up
The people who had not been drowned congratulated each other
Then they saw a sand bank far away, among the rolling waves,
Where a thousand others called for help that their lives, too, might be saved.
The tide came in, then, with a swirl, and half of them went down.
With the second swirl the bank submerged and every one was drowned..Their faces, two days later on, were still easy to recognize. Like mounds or hillocks, the washed-up corpses stacked themselves in piles.
By the third day, or the fourth, the skin and flesh were soggy-rotten,
One could smell the stench some thirty miles. It made one want to vomit.
You may also want to talk about the amount of labor that went into production, and Elvin. Mr. High-level equilibrium trap, has a nice section from Mr Shen’s Manual for Farmers.pg. 212
Opening up the ridges for wheat: It is best for the fields [ where rice has just
been grown] to be dry. If they are soggy, it is necessary to open them up [by
turning over the soil], and to wait until the backs of the ridges have dried
out before putting in the seeds. If the time for doing this has almost passed,
then steep the seeds [in water, and perhaps nutrients] in advance, so they
produce sprouts, and it is possible to wait until the ridges have dried out. It
is impermissible to stamp down a firm area that is still surrounded by damp
areas, as the colza and wheat will not be able to grow stalks, and are bound
to wither when spring comes, or, even if they do not die, will not flourish for
long.
When one is planting wheat, the covered reservoir [for liquid manure]
must be full, and the distribution of the seeds must be uniform. This work
must not be skimped; but one tells the women and the young serving-lads to
take life easily. For wheat, one waters it [with liquid manure] once at the
time of planting, and once again in the spring. If one puts on too much
fertilizer, there will, on the contrary, be no harvest …. If one sows the wheat
seeds in advance in the first ten days of the eighth moon, one waits until
winter to prepare the fields to which to transplant them. Each transplanting
clump contains five to six stalks. One applies liquid manure to them twice,
as is the standard practice, and also banks them up with cattle manure,
covering this over [with mud] shoveled out of the [adjacent small] ditch,
after which the stalks are strong and the wheat heavy, yielding a doubled
harvest.
Colza should be given twice as much liquid manure as wheat, and
perhaps also household garbage or cattle manure. One digs mud from the
adjacent ditch and once again applies liquid manure to force the blossoms.
And of course, then you will want to talk about nightsoil.
Whether one is planting wet-land fields or dry-land fields, supplementary
fertilizer is important. Human manure has a beneficial power, and cattle
manure has a long-lasting effect. One should not use one and neglect to use
the other. Making a contract with city residents to purchase their excrement
is of fundamental importance. Recently, however, the price of excrement
has become dear. The cost of human labor is high, and fetching it from the
city oneself wastes energy. Thieving is widespread. If it is not possible to rely
entirely on such a contract for excrement, then rearing sheep or pigs is a
convenient supplement …. For the food that a sheep eats in a year one
obtains a sufficiency of wool and lambs, while the expenditure is merely the
provision of grass [as fodder]. Without any effort one obtains a large quantity
of supplementary fertilizer . . .. For sheep though, if one has to hire
someone to chop the hay, then this can really waste one’s reserves to provide
this person’s rations during the slack season in winter and spring These
days sheep can eat nothing but withered leaves and dry grass Cattle
manure is best applied to dry-land fields, and pig’s manure to wet-land
fields . .. . To purchase human excrement one has to go to Hangzhou. It is
not possible to buy full loads [from the privies] along the levees.
Finally, you may want some stuff on Han people moving into “new” areas. We will do that with a reading from Bello. but Elvin has a nice bit on the joys of cinnabar mining, which also works for environmental degradation pg 248
Old countrymen, between villages, live alone by the torrents’ banks,
With baling-pans and inlet pipes straining tailings and gathering
fragments.
But their toes are rotting away, though the water they stand in’s
transparent;
For all that their eyes are running with tears, even so their pupils are
damaged.
The ripples are everywhere reddened, on account of these activities,
And what they do stains their jacket sleeves the color of vermilion.
If by chance they happen to obtain the minutest scruple of cinnabar,
Even for something next to nothing, they forthwith become giddily
frivolous.…
Stoves have been built just recently, and furnaces erected.
Milling rollers have been installed; so, too, have pounding pestles.
Our red dye, when it is pulverized, “is unalloyed and bright.” (Songs 154)
And sublimated, ore turns to rain, scattering sweat as it perspires.
and a thing on how weird the Miao are
With whinnying clangor the gongs are booming,
As bronze drums beat out their repetitive rhythms,
They summon the mediums in pell-mell confusion,
Tricked out as tigers in odd, motley, mimicry,
Dangling red aprons are tied round their belts,
In pleats bound on their brows hang blue-green silk tassels,
Back-country serfs who leap with forked gestures,
Menials from caves who cavort with arms brandished.
They pretend to be generals, play-act ferocity,
Then bow to their elders, loose hair in disorder.
Girls from the village wear clasps of mixed blossoms,
Lads from the hills tie their clothes on with straw,
From masts of bamboo there droop paper pennants.
The clay pots on display contain betel peppers.
With rowdy guffaws they offer a pig’s head,
And using a rope-hoist they roast roosters’ feathers.
Purple clouds of sweet smoke gust denser and denser,
The white raindrops spraying as charmed water’s sprinkled,
But the savages’ babbling is incomprehensible
As they get drunk, and stuffed, for their spirit’s epiphany.
I have heard that when teaching the vulgar behavior
One’s model for ritual’s that of the ancients:
A magnanimous face, and severe, sober vestments,
Obeisances courteous, and strict patterned steps.
One’s words given weight by fasting and abstinence,
One spreads out dried meat, and wine, pure and fragrant,
Showing utmost respect, with no breath of blasphemy
This it is brings good luck, this of reverence the basis.
Offerings otherwise offered delight not the spirits.
If the ritual is lost, they benefit nothing.
So one proffers Hippuris to monarch and ministers,
Greets the Farm God with clods, tapping on a clay drum.
How then can one cleanse these barbarians of their sooty moral grime,
And list them in the Zhou lineage so renowned in ancient rhyme? Pg 239
Elvin himself is aware of the problems with using poetry as a source (pg 437),but for teaching purposes these work pretty well, I hope
Elvin, Mark. The Retreat of the Elephants: An Environmental History of China. New Haven: Yale University Press, 2004. ↩




































