夜泊牛渚懷古 Thoughts of Old Time from a Night-mooring Under Mount Niu-zhu

李白 Li Bai

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This night to the west of the river-brim
There is not one cloud in the whole blue sky,
As I watch from my deck the autumn moon,
Vainly remembering old General Xie....
I have poems; I can read;
He heard others, but not mine.
...Tomorrow I shall hoist my sail,
With fallen maple-leaves behind me.

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