The Grave of Li Po

At Colored Rock by the Yangtze, Li Po's mound,
boundless green of circling fields, unending clouds —
Sad, the desolate grave, bones at the bottom of the Yellow Springs,
you whose works startled Heaven, made the earth tremble.
Poets they say are mostly ill-fortuned,
none among them luckless as you!
Author of original: 
Po Ch├╝-i
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