All Poems
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Before The Cask of Wine
© Li Po
The spring wind comes from the east and quickly passes,
Leaving faint ripples in the wine of the golden bowl.
The flowers fall, flake after flake, myriads together.
The Mid-day Heat
© Theocritus
Simichidas! whither, pray, hurriest thou
At this mid-day time, when even the lizard
Is sleeping by the dry-stone wall,
Nor do the crested larks wander about?
To His Two Children
© Li Po
In the land of Wu the mulberry leaves are green,
And thrice the silkworms have gone to sleep.
In East Luh where my family stay,
I wonder who is sowing those fields of ours.
"They say priests say "
© Lesbia Harford
They say priests say
That God loves the world.
Maybe he does,
When the dew is pearl'd
Nefarious War
© Li Po
Last year we fought by the head-stream of the Sang-kan,
This year we are fighting on the Tsung-ho road.
We have washed our armor in the waves of the Chiao-chi lake,
We have pastured our horses on Tien-shan's snowy slopes.
The long, long war goes on ten thousand miles from home,
Our three armies are worn and grown old.
The Old Dust
© Li Po
The living is a passing traveler;
The dead, a man come home.
One brief journey betwixt heaven and earth,
Then, alas! we are the same old dust of ten thousand ages.
Sittin' On The Porch
© Edgar Albert Guest
Sittin' on the porch at night when all the tasks are done,
Just restin' there an' talkin', with my easy slippers on,
An' my shirt band thrown wide open an' my feet upon the rail,
Oh, it's then I'm at my richest, with a wealth that cannot fail;
For the scent of early roses seems to flood the evening air,
An' a throne of downright gladness is my wicker rocking chair.
Summer in the Mountains
© Li Po
Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;
A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head.
Mountain Drinking Song
© Li Po
To drown the ancient sorrows,
we drank a hundred jugs of wine
there in the beautiful night.
We couldn't go to bed with the moon so bright.
Drinking With Someone In The Mountains
© Li Po
As the two of us drink
together, while mountain
flowers blossom beside, we
down one cup after the other
Time's Shadow
© Mathilde Blind
This hour alone Hope's broken pledges mar,
And joy now gleams before, now in our rear,
Like mirage mocking in some waste afar,
Dissolving into air as we draw near.
Beyond our steps the path is sunny-clear,
The shadow lying only where we are.
She Spins Silk
© Li Po
Far up river in Szechuan,
waters rise as spring winds roar.How can I dare to meet her now,
to brave the dangerous gorge?The grass grows green in the valley below
where silk worms silently spin.Her hands work threads that never end,
Bringing in the Wine
© Li Po
See how the Yellow River's water move out of heaven.
Entering the ocean,never to return.
See how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers,
Though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow.
Dancing On The Hill-Tops
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Dancing on the hill-tops,
Singing in the valleys,
Climbing West Of Lotus Flower Peak
© Li Po
Amongst the grandeur of Hua Shan
I climb to the Flower Peak,
and fancy I see fairies and immortals
carrying lotus in their
What Survives
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Who says that all must vanish?
Who knows, perhaps the flight
of the bird you wound remains,
and perhaps flowers survive
caresses in us, in their ground.
Biscuit
© Jane Kenyon
The dog has cleaned his bowl
and his reward is a biscuit,
which I put in his mouth
like a priest offering the host.
Marble Stairs Grievance
© Li Po
On Marble Stairs
still grows the white dew
That has all night
soaked her silk slippers,
