Epitaphs Poem by Ezra Pound

Epitaphs

Rating: 2.8


Fu I

Fu I loved the high cloud and the hill,
Alas, he died of alcohol.

Li Po

And Li Po also died drunk.
He tried to embrace a moon
In the Yellow River.

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