Li Po

(701-762 / Chu / Kazakhstan)

Li Po Poems

81. Thoughts In A Tranquil Night 12/31/2002
82. Three—with The Moon And His Shadow 12/31/2002
83. Through The Yangzi Gorges 12/31/2002
84. To His Two Children 12/31/2002
85. To My Wife On Lu-Shan Mountain 4/8/2010
86. To Tan-Ch'Iu 12/31/2002
87. To Tu Fu From Shantung 12/31/2002
88. To Wang Lun 12/31/2002
89. Under The Moon 12/31/2002
90. Visiting A Taoist On Tiatien Mountain 12/31/2002
91. Waking From Drunken Sleep On A Spring Day. 4/8/2010
92. Waterfall At Lu-Shan 12/31/2002
93. We Fought For - South Of The Walls 4/8/2010
94. Wine 4/8/2010
95. Yearning 4/8/2010
96. Ziyi Song 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Li Po

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; ...

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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.

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