Li Po

(701-762 / Chu / Kazakhstan)

Ho Chih-chang


When we met the first time at Ch’ang-an
He called me the ‘Lost Immortal’.
Then he loved the Way of Forgetting.
Now under the pine-trees he is dust.
His golden keepsake bought us wine.
Remembering, the tears run down my cheeks.

Submitted: Thursday, April 08, 2010

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