Li He Poems
|1.||Li Ping At The Vertical Harp||8/14/2012|
|2.||Walking Through The South Mountain Fields||8/14/2012|
|3.||Lament That The Days Are So Short||8/14/2012|
|4.||The King Of Ch'In Drinks Wine||8/14/2012|
|5.||Do Not Dance, Sir!||8/14/2012|
|7.||Throwing Off My Sadness||8/14/2012|
|8.||Thirteen Poems From My Southern Garden||8/14/2012|
|9.||Songs Of The Brazen Immortal Bidding Farewell To Han||8/14/2012|
|12.||Let's Drink Wine||8/14/2012|
|13.||Mount Wu Is High||8/14/2012|
|14.||A Ballad Of Heaven||8/14/2012|
|15.||Su Hsiao-Hsiao's Tomb||8/14/2012|
|16.||Ballad Of The Savage Tiger||8/14/2012|
|17.||Long Songs After Short Songs||8/14/2012|
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Long Songs After Short Songs
Long songs have split the collar of my robe,
Short songs have cropped my whitening hair.
The king of Ch'in is nowhere to be seen,
So dawn and dusk fever burns in me.
I drink wine from a pitcher when I'm thirsty,
Cut millet from the dike-top when I'm hungry.
Chill and forlorn, I see May pass me by,
And suddenly a thousand leagues grow green.
Endless, the mountain peaks at night,
The bright moon seems to fall among the crags.
As I wander about, searching along the rocks,
Its light shines out beyond those towering peaks.
Because I cannot roam round with the...
Do Not Dance, Sir!
Flowers on ancient plinths of stone,
Nine pillars in a row,
Blood of slaughtered leopards dripping
Into silver pots.
Drummers and pipers at the feast,
No zithers or flutes,
Long knives planted in the ground
Split the singing lute.