Li Po (701-762 / Chu / Kazakhstan)
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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.

first comment in like 6 years, swaggg
King of poets, King of drinkers!
Lover of the soft moonlight
Reflecting off the midnight water!
I dearly love Li Po.He was indeed a Great Poet.His poems like 'To Wang Lun' are superbly written and very emotional.I love you dearly, Oh Li po!