Alone And Drinking Under The Moon

Amongst the flowers I
am alone with my pot of wine
drinking by myself; then lifting
my cup I asked the moon

by Li Po Click to read full poem

Comments (48)

The world is going through turbulence....and this poem proves it admirably
The helplessness of people beautifully brought out
Excellent ironic expressions
Oh Oh......... Oh
Perfect use of description by the talented poet.
తెలుగు అనువాదo, కావాలి. Sir
One of my favorites. 3
That’s dope
classic. how I love moon poems. this is extoradonary piece never alone! !
花间一壶酒,独酌无相亲。举杯邀明月,对影成三人。月既不解饮,影徒随我身。暂伴月将影,行乐须及春。我歌月徘徊,我舞影零乱。醒时相交欢,醉后各分散。永结无情游,相期邈云汉。
classic. how I love moon poems. this is extraordinary piece. never alone! ...always make the best of every moment you have
........nicely penned, I feel if One love's One self, .... then One will be happy alone with One self...yet if One doesn't love One self...how can One expect others to love, and wish to spend time with One ★
Nice poem, I too accompany myself and feel at home when away from crowd. Solitude is something that accompany someone willingly and unwilling and you have no option except to enjoy that company.
This beautiful poem reminds me of 'Rubaaiyat of Omar Khaiyyam'. I wish every individual could feel and have the same unison with nature. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem.
Sometimes ideas can be our best friends and it is great a idea to have someone reliable like the moon and the shadow as friends.
The kind of loneliness expressed triggers no sadness but the poet tries to see to it that the aspect of human unreliability is exposed.Thus one cant feel sad for her because its needed seclusion she seeks deep in the night.beautiful piece.
This is simply amazing piece with imagination at its best.......I love reading it time and again
Absolutely the luna-tic poem. Imagery helps us to dance with the poet with moon and so many interesting touches spell of beauty. Absolute luna-tic beauty.
How different it is when an ordinary person talks to him/herself and a poet talks to him/herself. Poet while talking to the self, shares feelings with thousands of others, passionately. I like our style.
How different it is when an ordinary person talks to him/herself and a poet talks to him/herself. Poet while talking to the self, shares feelings with thousands of others, passionately. I like our style.