Li Po Poems
|81.||Three—with The Moon And His Shadow||12/31/2002|
|82.||Through The Yangzi Gorges||12/31/2002|
|83.||To His Two Children||12/31/2002|
|84.||To My Wife On Lu-Shan Mountain||4/8/2010|
|86.||To Tu Fu From Shantung||12/31/2002|
|87.||To Wang Lun||12/31/2002|
|88.||Under The Moon||12/31/2002|
|89.||Visiting A Taoist On Tiatien Mountain||12/31/2002|
|90.||Waking From Drunken Sleep On A Spring Day.||4/8/2010|
|91.||Waterfall At Lu-Shan||12/31/2002|
|92.||We Fought For - South Of The Walls||4/8/2010|
Alone And Drinking Under The Moon
Amongst the flowers I
am alone with my pot of wine
drinking by myself; then lifting
my cup I asked the moon
to drink with me, its reflection
and mine in the wine cup, just
the three of us; then I sigh
for the moon cannot drink,
and my shadow goes emptily along
with me never saying a word;
with no other friends here, I can
but use these two for company;
in the time of happiness, I
too must be happy with all
around me; I sit and sing
and it is as if the moon
accompanies me; then if I
dance, it is my shadow that
dances along with me; ...
Taking Leave Of A Friend
Blue mountains lie beyond the north wall;
Round the city's eastern side flows the white water.
Here we part, friend, once forever.
You go ten thousand miles, drifting away
Like an unrooted water-grass.
Oh, the floating clouds and the thoughts of a wanderer!
Oh, the sunset and the longing of an old friend!
We ride away from each other, waving our hands,
While our horses neigh softly, softly . . . .