Li Po knew
He was the greatest
Living poet in China;
He liked to drink
And fondly gaze at the moon.
A million poems
And haikus later,
No one greater since
Has arrived.
I hope,
In the mystical universe,
He gets to meet Sappho
Who is the greatest poet
That has ever been,
Even though most of her poems
Have been cruelly destroyed by men
Who thought kisses
Shouldn’t be that gentle.
this is really creative...it's made me want to read more by both of these poets...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed this, Uriah... Don't know how It took me aecade to se this...! ~FjR~