Monday, January 5, 2015


What is time to such as we are?
Say it is more than a thousand years
Since Li Po took a jar of wine
And went drinking one spring night
With only the moon and his shadow.
Li Po sang; his shadow danced clumsily.
They and the moon got quite drunk
Before parting.

In 1921, at harvest time
The moon went looking for Li Po
But could only find Eben Flood,
An old man, singing hoarsely
On a hill above Tilbury Town.

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