Old Poem Poem by Li Po

Old Poem

Rating: 2.8


Did Chuang Chou dream he was the butterfly?
Or the butterfly dream he was Chuang Chou?
In the single body’s transformations
See the vortex of the Myriad Creatures.
No mystery then that the Magic Seas
Shrank again to crystal streams,
Or down by Ch’ang-an’s Green Gate
The gardener was Marquis of Tung-Ling.
If this is the fate of fame and power,
What is it for- this endless striving?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
* Sunprincess * 12 September 2015

....very nicely written ?if this is the fate of fame and power

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