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Thoughts in a Tranquil Night
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Li Po


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Athwart the bed
I watch the moonbeams cast a trail
So bright, so cold, so frail,
That for a space it gleams
Like hoar-frost on the margin of my dreams.
I raise my head, --
The splendid moon I see:
Then droop my head,
And sink to dreams of thee --
My Fatherland, of thee!

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Li Po (702-761) is one of China's best known poets. Also known as Li Bai, this wealthy scholar produced an abundance of work praised for its imagination, imagery, and celebration of simple subject matter. Beloved by rich and poor alike, Li Po spent most of his life traveling around his home country. Generous with his wealth and fond of a good time, Li Po was alternately favored and imprisoned by Chinese royalty. His nickname, "the poem god," came from his alleged ability to produce beautiful poetry quickly and effortlessly. More than a thousand of his poems are still around for us to read and enjoy.

 


Post New Comment:
rhonasheridan:
I love his poetry
Posted 11/07/2014 03:31 AM
TheSilverOne:
Beautiful...perfect.
Posted 11/06/2014 11:48 PM


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