Li Po Poems

A wind, bringing willow-cotton, sweetens the shop,
And a girl from Wu, pouring wine, urges me to share it.
With my comrades of the city who are here to see me off;
And as each of them drains his cup, I say to him in parting,
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The forge-fire sets a glow in the heavens,
the hammer thunders, showering the smoke with sparks.

A ruddy smithy, the white face of the moon,
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I took a small path leading
up a hill valley, finding there
a temple, its gate covered
with moss, and in front of
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The lovely Lo Fo of the western land
Plucks mulberry leaves by the waterside.
Across the green boughs stretches out her white hand;
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We climbed Yoyang Tower with
all the scene around coming
into vision; looking up the
Great River seeing boats turn
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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.
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I love Master Meng.
Free as a flowing breeze,
He is famous
Throughout the world.
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A jade cup was broken because old age came
too soon to give fulfilment to hopes; after drinking
three cups of wine I wiped my sword and
started to dance under an autumn moon first
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In what house, the jade flute that sends these dark notes drifting,
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