Amidst the Flowers a Jug of Wine Li Bai Pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, And a jade plate of dainty food calls for million coins. I fling aside my chop-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink... I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain. I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry; I would climb the Tai-hang Mountains, but the sky is blind with snow.. I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook -- But I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun... Journeying is hard, Journeying is hard. There are many turings -- Which am I to follow?... I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves And set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Oct 2013 21:10:42 +0000
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