Fu I
Fu I loved the high cloud and the hill,
Alas, he died of alcohol.
Li Po
And Li Po also died drunk.
He tried to embrace a moon
In the Yellow River.
—Ezra Pound
Thursday, September 3, 2009
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1 comment:
ang saya naman nito.
parang yung "the river merchant's wife" lang niya ah.
haha.
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