Gold vessels of fine wines, thousands a gallon, Jade dishes of rare meats, costing more thousands,
I lay my chopsticks down, no more can banquet, And draw my sword and stare wildly about me:
Ice bars my way to cross the Yellow River, Snows from dark skies to climb the T’ai-hang Mountains! At peace I drop a hook into a brooklet, At once I’m in a boat but sailing sunward…
(Hard is the Journey, hard is the Journey, So many turnings, and now where am I?)
So when a breeze breaks waves, bringing fair weather, I set a cloud for sails, cross the blue oceans!
LI PO, or Li Bai, born in 701AD, was one of the foremost poets during the Tang Dynasty in China, developing poetic art and writing…
