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.

(C) Ezra Pound
04/01/2017


Best Poems of Ezra Pound

• Alf-s Fourth Bit
• Canto Xlv
• Before Sleep
• The Bath Tub
• Erat Hora
• A Girl
• The City Of Choan
• Meditatio
• Alba
• Tenzone
• A Virginal
• Ité
• A Pact
• Masks
• Canto 13
• The Needle
• The Spring
• A Song Of The Degrees