Li Bai

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Li Bai or Li Po (701-762) was a Chinese poet living during the Tang Dynasty. He was traditionally known as Lǐ Bó in Chinese, hence the familiar name Li Po in Wade-Giles romanisation. Called the Poet Immortal, Li Bai is often regarded, along with Du Fu, as one of the two greatest poets in China's literary history.

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• Her robe is a cloud, her face a flower;
  Her balcony, glimmering with the bright spring dew,
  Is either the tip of earth's Jade Mountain,
  Or a moon-edged roof of paradise
  • A Song Of Pure Happiness I

• 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.
  • [33] Moon over Mountain Pass
  • Translation by Sam Hamill

• The birds have vanished down the sky.
  Now the last cloud drains away.
  We sit together, the mountain and me,
  until only the mountain remains.
  • [33] Moon over Mountain Pass
  • Translation by Sam Hamill

• From the walls of Baidi high in the coloured dawn
  To Jiangling by night-fall is three hundred miles,
  Yet monkeys are still calling on both banks behind me
  To my boat these ten thousand mountains away.
  • [38] Alone Looking at the Mountain

[edit] External links

• Open Directory Project category
• Li Po Poems, illustrated with Nature Photos
• Li Bai's poems included in 300 Selected Tang poems, translated by Witter Bynner.