In the canon
Poems
Li Po
- Form
- Form Poetry Collection
- Year
- Year 750 CE
- Originally in
- Originally in Classical Chinese
- Pages
- Pages 150
Three of them drink in the garden: the poet, the moon he has called down to join him, and his own shadow, which cannot manage a cup but at least keeps time when he dances. That is Li Po's whole gift in one gesture, loneliness turned into company by sheer nerve, and the poems keep making the trade.
The dew is white upon the staircase of jewels, And wets her silken shoes. The night is far gone.
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