Thoughts In A Tranquil Night

Poem By Li Po

Athwart the bed
I watch the moonbeams cast a trail
So bright, so cold, so frail,
That for a space it gleams
Like hoar-frost on the margin of my dreams.
I raise my head, --
The splendid moon I see:
Then droop my head,
And sink to dreams of thee --
My Fatherland, of thee!

Comments about Thoughts In A Tranquil Night

wonderful poem, vivid picture drawn...
nice poem, a good one.
There seem to be many translations of this poem. Here's one from Wikipedia, which seems less fanciful: Quiet night thought at the foot of the bed bright moonlight I imagine frost on the floor raising my head, I gaze at the bright moon lowering my head, I think of the old village
Thank you, Fabrizio Frosini, for the better translation of the same poem. (How many of us knew what 'athwart' meant? I certainly didn't. Thanks to Fabrizio, now I don't have to look it up!)
Not my favorite but has goo imagery for sure.


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