|Li Po chanting a poem (by Liang K'ai)|
Alone Looking at the Mountain
All the birds have flown up and gone;
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
We never tire of looking at each other -
Only the mountain and I.
A Farewell to Meng Haoran on His Way to Yangzhou
You have left me behind, old friend, at the Yellow Crane Terrace,
On your way to visit Yangzhou in the misty month of flowers;
Your sail, a single shadow, becomes one with the blue sky.
Till now I see only the river, on its way to heaven.
Mount Heaven’s Gate Viewed from Afar
Breaking through Heaven’s Gate, the Great River goes by,
Green water eastward flows and then turns to the north.
On both sides of the River blue cliffs tower high,
Leaving the sun behind, a lonely sail comes forth.
Viewing the Waterfall at Mount Lu
Sunlight streaming on Incense Stone kindles a violet smoke;
Far off I watch the waterfall plunge to the long river,
Flying waters descending straight three thousand feet,
Till I think the Milky Way has tumbled from the ninth height of Heaven.
Autumn River Song
The moon shimmers in green water.
White herons fly through the moonlight.
The young man hears a girl gathering water-chestnuts:
into the night, singing, they paddle home together.
A Mountain Revelry
To wash and rinse our souls of their age-old sorrows,
We drained a hundred jugs of wine.
A splendid night it was . . . .
In the clear moonlight we were loath to go to bed,
But at last drunkenness overtook us;
And we laid ourselves down on the empty mountain,
The earth for pillow, and the great heaven for coverlet.