Thursday, January 26, 2006

Poem: Su Tung P'o

[Secluded Home at Spring Mountain, Wang Jian-Qi]
Moon, Flowers, Man

I raise my cup and invite
The moon to come down from the
Sky. I hope she will accept
Me. I raise my cup and ask
The branches, heavy with flowers,
To drink with me. I wish them
Long life and promise never
To pick them. In company
With the moon and the flowers,
I get drunk, and none of us
Ever worries about good
Or bad. How many people
Can comprehend our joy? I
Have wine and moon and flowers.
Who else do I want for drinking companions?

Translated by Kenneth Rexroth, One Hundred poem from the Chinese

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