Li Po

(701-762 / Chu / Kazakhstan)

Amidst The Flowers A Jug Of Wine - Poem by Li Po

Amidst the flowers a jug of wine,
I pour alone lacking companionship.
So raising the cup I invite the Moon,
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Comments about Amidst The Flowers A Jug Of Wine by Li Po

  • Rookie - 192 Points Joseph Poewhit (3/17/2010 3:21:00 AM)

    Wine gave Po a euphoric feeling of the surroundings.Seeing things in an altered state of a new reality. Though, wine is spoken in the Bible as for those of a heavy heart, giving joy. It seemed to have done it's job. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 13,361 Points Ramesh T A (3/17/2010 1:39:00 AM)

    After drunk it seems easy to go to Milky Way to meet again friends like Moon and shadow! Wonderful poem to say about wine effect to sweet and dreamlike! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Bill Thomas (3/30/2009 3:03:00 AM)

    Wonderful, one of my all-time favourites... have a look at my version 'Off His Face in the Flower Border' if you like. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Adens Kamwi (3/17/2009 5:48:00 PM)

    i am too young to drink and i am glad that i am...... :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Michael Pruchnicki (3/17/2009 3:12:00 PM)

    Why is it, I ask, do not poetasters like the Is It Poetry character and his like read a poem with the abandon of Li Po in his cups? In the best of worlds, one of Li Po's poems outdoes any of their numerous and puny attempts at what they consider astute criticism. If I could down a jug of rice sake on a Spring night and sit down the next morning, hangover or not, and write just one poem as eloquent as 'Amidst the Flowers with a Jug of Wine, ' I'd hang up my laurels and bask in posterity's praise! Read again the inane verses by he (she) who signs off with the pseudonym Is It Poetry and misses the intent and playfulness of Li Po's poem. Oh well, what more can you expect? (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 8,595 Points Is It Poetry (3/17/2009 1:48:00 PM)

    Oh Li Po
    The jug a friend to our cup.
    We serve together, alone.
    Happy is the moon it cries.
    Spirits branch of harmony.

    Sending tears to fill our cups.
    Heavens road brings hope.
    Helping each to always stand.
    Never alone as shadows play.

    Favor all faces asleep in dreams.
    Grapes will succor us with pillows.
    Hands to pace our pouring ways.
    Companion with wine we share. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kevin Straw (3/17/2009 7:11:00 AM)

    This poem gets more drunk as it proceeds! The idea that this lonely passionate poet could go on passionless journeys is odd. It's the drink talking! But that's part of the poem's meaning. I like this poem - it makes me think I know the poet. But the translation does not help. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Kirtan A (3/17/2005 9:44:00 PM)

    great poem. reminds me of my loneliness when i had a fight with my gf: -) but now we're back again. (Report) Reply

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