Author: Li Po

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, […]

The old gardens of Kusu Terrace Are a wilderness, yet the willows That remain still put out new branches; Lasses […]

Sunlight streams on the river stones. From high above, the river steadily plunges Three thousand feet of sparkling water The […]

The living is a passing traveler; The dead, a man come home. One brief journey betwixt heaven and earth, Then, […]

There was wine in a cup of gold And a girl of fifteen from Wu, Her eyebrows painted dark And […]

To wash and rinse our souls of their age-old sorrows, We drained a hundred jugs of wine. A splendid night […]

Amongst the grandeur of Hua Shan I climb to the Flower Peak, And fancy I see fairies and immortals Carrying […]