Epitaphs Poem by Ezra Pound

Epitaphs

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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.

Thursday, April 1, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: river
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Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound

Hailey / Idaho
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