Li Po Poems

Last year we fought by the head-stream of the Sang-kan,
This year we are fighting on the Tsung-ho road.
We have washed our armor in the waves of the Chiao-chi lake,
We have pastured our horses on Tien-shan's snowy slopes.
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As the two of us drink
together, while mountain
flowers blossom beside, we
down one cup after the other
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You ask how I spend my time--
I nestle against a treetrunk
and listen to autumn winds
in the pines all night and day.
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In the land of Wu the mulberry leaves are green,
And thrice the silkworms have gone to sleep.
In East Luh where my family stay,
I wonder who is sowing those fields of ours.
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Gold vessels of fine wines,
thousands a gallon,
Jade dishes of rare meats,
costing more thousands,
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There was wine in a cup of gold
and a girl of fifteen from Wu,
her eyebrows painted dark
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I took leave of you, old friend, at the
Yellow Crane Pavilion;
In the mist and bloom of March, you went
down to Yang-chou:
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I sat srinking and did not notice the dusk,
Till falling petals filled the folds of my dress.
Drunken I rose and walked to the moonlit stream;
The birds were gone, and men also few.
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A bright moon rising above Tian Shan Mountain,
Lost in a vast ocean of clouds.
The long wind, across thousands upon thousands of miles,
Blows past the Jade-gate Pass.
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