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Li Po

(701-762 / Chu / Kazakhstan)

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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; while
still not drunk, I am glad
to make the moon and my shadow
into friends, but then when
I have drunk too much, we
all part; yet these are
friends I can always count on
these who have no emotion
whatsoever; I hope that one day
we three will meet again,
deep in the Milky Way.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • Veteran Poet - 2,826 Points Rajnish Manga (12/19/2014 9:58:00 AM)

    This beautiful poem reminds me of 'Rubaaiyat of Omar Khaiyyam'. I wish every individual could feel and have the same unison with nature. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 373 Points Rajesh Thankappan (12/19/2014 9:38:00 AM)

    Sometimes ideas can be our best friends and it is great a idea to have someone reliable like the moon and the shadow as friends. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 59 Points Katusiime Jeresi (12/19/2014 7:52:00 AM)

    The kind of loneliness expressed triggers no sadness but the poet tries to see to it that the aspect of human unreliability is exposed.Thus one cant feel sad for her because its needed seclusion she seeks deep in the night.beautiful piece. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 2,113 Points Pranab K Chakraborty (12/19/2014 12:19:00 AM)

    Absolutely the luna-tic poem. Imagery helps us to dance with the poet with moon and so many interesting touches spell of beauty. Absolute luna-tic beauty. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,389 Points Jayatissa K. Liyanage (9/11/2014 5:23:00 PM)

    How different it is when an ordinary person talks to him/herself and a poet talks to him/herself. Poet while talking to the self, shares feelings with thousands of others, passionately. I like our style. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,389 Points Jayatissa K. Liyanage (9/11/2014 5:23:00 PM)

    How different it is when an ordinary person talks to him/herself and a poet talks to him/herself. Poet while talking to the self, shares feelings with thousands of others, passionately. I like our style. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 7,299 Points Sandra Feldman (9/11/2014 5:30:00 AM)

    Very nice feeling of liberation and contentment.
    The contact with the inanimate, shadow and moon just comes alive in a soothing way. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Daryl Gaines (12/19/2013 8:15:00 AM)

    Very well written. Sometimes we ask questions we really don't want answers to and what better way to do that then being with the things that physically can't respond (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 21 Points Alistair Graham (12/19/2013 2:53:00 AM)

    July Moon
    I
    The first sip of a fine Rioja
    Sumptuous nose, tantalising tongue
    liquid art in my hand

    Half a bottle now
    Half way between the past
    and the future

    My hand has been resting on the glass
    for an age
    Bloody sore, the skin marked

    The whole bottle now, a blonde beer
    I’m carried along the conveyor belt
    to the destination

    The moon is watching
    It is now upon me
    A swollen camembert globe

    oozing a smothering liquid blanket
    enveloping my panic-face,
    advising how I should go

    II

    At the front of the house
    the Cordyline Palm
    filters the street light to me

    Again, the moon comes

    A white-hot disc now
    stihl-sawing the top of my skull
    to create a lid

    A skullcap canopy
    shading the nonsense from the sun
    while the orchestra plays, despite the heat

    A hand painted wooden sign,
    thrust into my shoulder,
    inviting the lunatics

    I arrive (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 618 Points Musfiq Us Shaleheen (12/19/2013 1:59:00 AM)

    the genius writing of a very romantic poet Li Po... the extreme imagery of love and romance even he was alone..
    the metaphors shimmers as moon.. applaud and render me through my life.. i never forget that romance...
    - Shaleheen (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Gwyn Griffin (12/14/2013 3:45:00 PM)

    This must be the poem that inspired Vangelis to write the song The Little Fete from the album China, especially since he paraphrased it in a condensed form - I take a bottle of wine and go to drink it among the flowers. We are always three counting my shadow and my friend, the shimmering moon. Happily, the moon knows nothing of drinking and my shadow is never thirsty. When I sing, the moon listens to me in silence. When I dance, my shadow dances too. After all festivities, the guests must depart. This sadness, I do not know. When I go home, the moon goes with me and my shadow follows. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 221 Points John Shea (1/18/2013 7:30:00 PM)

    I Li Po just drank the wine but the moon got a break from the same clouds that block my eyes and mind. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 20 Points Poet Dragon (12/19/2012 8:39:00 PM)

    Each man an empire lifts his hands
    wiggles his fingers, makes demands
    sighs at discomfort, sighs at ease
    in loneliness ponders his disease (Report) Reply

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