Saturday, 23 November 2013

stileben.... 5.

li po

you ask what my soul does away in the sky,
i inwardly smile but I cannot reply; 
like the peach-blossoms carried away by the stream,
i soar to a world of which you cannot dream.

translated by herbert a. giles


From the Chou Dynasty

1112 – 249 B.C.

Pure is the white pony,
Feeding on the bean-sprouts in my stackyard.
Keep him hobbled, keep him bridled,
Let him stay through all evenings.
So may my lover
Here have his peace.


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