Author: Li Po

See how the Yellow River’s water move out of heaven. Entering the ocean, never to return. See how lovely locks […]

I took a small path leading Up a hill valley, finding there A temple, its gate covered With moss, and […]

I met Tu Fu on a mountaintop In August when the sun was hot. Under the shade of his big […]

Athwart the bed I watch the moonbeams cast a trail So bright, so cold, so frail, That for a space […]

I came here a wanderer Thinking of home, Remembering my far away Ch’ang-an. And then, from deep in Yellow Crane […]

Amongst bubbling streams A dog barks; peach blossom Is heavy with dew; here And there a deer can Be seen […]

The forge-fire sets a glow in the heavens, The hammer thunders, showering the smoke with sparks. A ruddy smithy, the […]

Chuang Tzu in dream became a butterfly, And the butterfly became Chuang Tzu at waking. Which was the real-the butterfly […]

A pity it is evening, yet I do love the water of this spring Seeing how clear it is, how […]

A wind, bringing willow-cotton, sweetens the shop, And a girl from Wu, pouring wine, urges me to share it. With […]

A bright moon rising above Tian Shan Mountain, Lost in a vast ocean of clouds. The long wind, across thousands […]

I took leave of you, old friend, at the Yellow Crane Pavilion; In the mist and bloom of March, you […]

The fields are chill, the sparse rain has stopped; The colours of Spring teem on every side. With leaping fish […]

The seafarers tell of the Eastern Isle of Bliss, It is lost in a wilderness of misty sea waves. But […]

Gold vessels of fine wines, Thousands a gallon, Jade dishes of rare meats, Costing more thousands, I lay my chopsticks […]

You ask how I spend my time I nestle against a treetrunk And listen to autumn winds In the pines […]

White King City I left at dawn In the morning-glow of the clouds; The thousand miles to Chiang-ling We sailed […]

The spring wind comes from the east and quickly passes, Leaving faint ripples in the wine of the golden bowl. […]

Where crowns a purple haze Ashimmer in sunlight rays The hill called Incense-Burner Peak, from far To see, hung o’er […]

Amidst the flowers a jug of wine, I pour alone lacking companionship. So raising the cup I invite the Moon, […]