Li Po Poems
|81.||Thoughts In A Tranquil Night||12/31/2002|
|82.||Chiang Chin Chiu||12/31/2002|
|83.||Climbing West Of Lotus Flower Peak||12/31/2002|
|84.||Down From The Mountain||12/31/2002|
|85.||Quiet Night Thoughts||12/31/2002|
|87.||Bathed And Washed||12/31/2002|
|88.||Clearing At Dawn||12/31/2002|
|89.||Chuang Tzu And The Butterfly||12/31/2002|
|90.||About Tu Fu||12/31/2002|
|91.||A Mountain Revelry||12/31/2002|
|93.||Autumn River Song||12/31/2002|
|94.||Amidst The Flowers A Jug Of Wine||12/31/2002|
|96.||Alone Looking At The Mountain||12/31/2002|
|97.||Alone And Drinking Under The Moon||12/31/2002|
Amidst The Flowers A Jug Of Wine
Amidst the flowers a jug of wine,
I pour alone lacking companionship.
So raising the cup I invite the Moon,
Then turn to my shadow which makes three of us.
Because the Moon does not know how to drink,
My shadow merely follows the movement of my body.
The moon has brought the shadow to keep me company a while,
The practice of mirth should keep pace with spring.
I start a song and the moon begins to reel,
I rise and dance and the shadow moves grotesquely.
While I'm still conscious let's rejoice with one another,
After I'm drunk let each one go his way....
There was wine in a cup of gold
and a girl of fifteen from Wu,
her eyebrows painted dark
and with slippers of red brocade.
If her conversation was poor,
how beautifully she could sing!
Together we dined and drank