Poems of Li Po
|21.||Climbing West Of Lotus Flower Peak||12/31/2002|
|23.||Down from the Mountain||12/31/2002|
|24.||Down Zhongnan Mountain||4/8/2010|
|26.||Drinking Alone in the Moonlight||4/8/2010|
|27.||Drinking in the Mountains||4/8/2010|
|28.||Drinking With Someone In The Mountains||12/31/2002|
|29.||Farewell to Meng Hao-jan||1/1/2004|
|30.||Farewell to Secretary Shu-yun at the Hsieh Tiao Villa in Hsuan-Chou||12/31/2002|
|31.||For Meng Hao-Jan||1/13/2003|
|32.||Gazing at the Cascade on Lu Mountain||12/31/2002|
|33.||Going Up Yoyang Tower||12/31/2002|
|34.||Gold painted jars - wines worth a thousand.||4/8/2010|
|35.||Good Old Moon||12/31/2002|
|37.||Hard is the Journey||12/31/2002|
|38.||His Dream Of The Skyland||12/31/2002|
The Old Dust
The living is a passing traveler;
The dead, a man come home.
One brief journey betwixt heaven and earth,
Then, alas! we are the same old dust of ten thousand ages.
The rabbit in the moon pounds the medicine in vain;
Fu-sang, the tree of immortality, has crumbled to kindling wood.
Man dies, his white bones are dumb without a word
When the green pines feel the coming of the spring.
Looking back, I sigh; looking before, I sigh again.