Li Po

(701-762 / Chu / Kazakhstan)

Poems of Li Po

81. Through the YangZi Gorges 12/31/2002
82. To His Two Children 12/31/2002
83. To My Wife on Lu-shan Mountain 4/8/2010
84. To Tan-Ch'iu 12/31/2002
85. To Tu Fu from Shantung 12/31/2002
86. To Wang Lun 12/31/2002
87. Under the Moon 12/31/2002
88. Visiting A Taoist On Tiatien Mountain 12/31/2002
89. Waking from Drunken Sleep on a Spring Day. 4/8/2010
90. Waterfall at Lu-shan 12/31/2002
91. We Fought for - South of the Walls 4/8/2010
92. Wine 4/8/2010
93. Yearning 4/8/2010
94. Ziyi Song 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.

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