Li Po

(701-762 / Chu / Kazakhstan)

Looking For A Monk And Not Finding Him - Poem by Li Po

I took a small path leading
up a hill valley, finding there
a temple, its gate covered
with moss, and in front of
the door but tracks of birds;
in the room of the old monk
no one was living, and I
staring through the window
saw but a hair duster hanging
on the wall, itself covered
with dust; emptily I sighed
thinking to go, but then
turning back several times,
seeing how the mist on
the hills was flying, and then
a light rain fell as if it
were flowers falling from
the sky, making a music of
its own; away in the distance
came the cry of a monkey, and
for me the cares of the world
slipped away, and I was filled
with the beauty around me.


Comments about Looking For A Monk And Not Finding Him by Li Po

  • (9/12/2015 10:58:00 PM)


    ............this is definitely going to be my favorite...so wonderfully penned ★

    for me the cares of the world
    slipped away, and I was filled
    with the beauty around me.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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