Li Po Poems
|81.||The Solitude Of Night||3/24/2015|
|82.||Thoughts In A Tranquil Night||12/31/2002|
|83.||Three—with The Moon And His Shadow||12/31/2002|
|84.||Through The Yangzi Gorges||12/31/2002|
|85.||To His Two Children||12/31/2002|
|86.||To My Wife On Lu-Shan Mountain||4/8/2010|
|88.||To Tu Fu From Shantung||12/31/2002|
|89.||To Wang Lun||12/31/2002|
|90.||Under The Moon||12/31/2002|
|91.||Visiting A Taoist On Tiatien Mountain||12/31/2002|
|92.||Waking From Drunken Sleep On A Spring Day.||4/8/2010|
|93.||Waterfall At Lu-Shan||12/31/2002|
|94.||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; ...
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.