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Virgil, Homer and Jesus, sharing a meal discussing the origins of the Gospels.

Drinking Alone Beneath the Moon

Among the blossoms, a single jar of wine.
No one else here, I ladle it out myself.
Raising my cup, I toast the bright moon, and facing my shadow makes friends three, though moon has never understood wine, and shadow only trails along behind me.
Kindred a moment with moon and shadow, I’ve found a joy that must infuse spring:
I sing, and moon rocks back and forth;
I dance, and shadow tumbles into pieces.
Sober, we’re together and happy. Drunk, we scatter away into our own directions: intimates forever, we’ll wander carefree and meet again in Star River distances.

Li Po
701-762


Drinking Alone Beneath the Moon’
China

Translated by David Hinton

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