Two by Li Bai

Seeing Meng Haoran Off From Yellow Crane Tower


As flowers bloom and leaves unfold,
my friend sets out, west for Guanling.
His solitary sail recedes,
vanishing where river meets sky.
--Li Bai






To the Festival Plateau


Feeling oppressed toward evening,
I drive up to this ancient place.
The sun blazes a moment more
before the yellow dusk follows.
--Li Bai