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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447834" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Exile’s Letter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(To Yüan)<br>Remember how Tung built us a place to drink in<br>At Lo-yang south of the T’ien-ching bridge?<br>White jade and gold bought songs and laughter.<br>We drank forgetting Court and princes.<br>Those amongst us, wisest and bravest<br>On all this side of rivers and oceans,<br>Hearts high as clouds, and you and I together,<br>Cared nothing at crossing lakes and mountains<br>Only to share our thoughts and feelings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I went out south-east to cut the laurel, <br>You north of Lo River still lost in dreams.<br>No joy in being parted. Soon back again in mountains,<br>Tracking the thirty-six twists and turns of valley,<br>By the streams bright with a thousand flowers,<br>By endless waters,<br>Hearing pine-trees sighing,<br>Till we met the Hang-tung Governor<br>On a gold and silver saddle,<br>And Hu the True-Taoist drew us with his pipe playing,<br>Making unearthly music out of the high tower,<br>Strange sounds of the mating phoenix.<br>The Governor’s sleeves kept time to the music,<br>So that he rose, drunk, and danced a little,<br>Brought his brocade coat, covered my body.<br>I fell asleep, head resting in his lap.<br>By day our hearts rose to the nine heavens.<br>At evening we scattered like blown stars or rain,<br>I to my far mountain over hills and waters,<br>You to your own house by the bridge of Wei.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>That winter I made your father’s North City,<br>Loved you for the way you did me honour,<br>Sharing your wealth, thinking nothing of it.<br>Wine there - in cups of amber,<br>Food there - on plates of jade.<br>I ate and drank, no thoughts of returning.<br>We went out to the west. The river parts there,<br>Round the ancient shrine of a Prince of Chou.<br>Boats on the waters to drums and piping.<br>Waves made of dragon scales. Jade-green rushes.<br>We drank and drank, lived the passing moments,<br>Forgetting how they go like blossoms or snowfall. <br>Flushed with wine, warm in glow of sunset,<br>The hundred-foot deep pool mirroring bright faces,<br>Dancing-girls delicate as willows in the moonlight,<br>Notes lost in the silken sleeves’ fluttering.<br>A white breeze blew their song to the sky,<br>Winding through the air, twisting in the cloud-lanes.<br>Never again. Never again such joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I went west but got no promotion.<br>White-headed back to eastern hills.<br>Met once more south of Wei’s bridge.<br>Parted again north of Tso’s terrace.<br>And if you ask my feelings at parting,<br>They were inside me like Spring flowers falling.<br>No way to say what’s in the heart. Never.<br>I call in the boy. Have him kneel here, tie this,<br>To send my feelings through a thousand miles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Li+Po">Li Po</a><div class=q>
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Remember how Tung built us a place to drink in
At Lo-yang south of the T’ien-ching bridge?
White jade and gold bought songs and laughter.
We drank forgetting Court and princes.
Those amongst us, wisest and bravest
On all this side of ..."></div>
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