From historical sources, myths and stories, and the poetry of Li Bai and his contemporaries, Ha Jin conjures a vivid personality in a richly detailed world a millennium past. The Banished Immortal, A Life of Li Bai draws us into the life of an extraordinary artist in the turbulent middle years of the Tang Dynasty. Li Bai never achieved the official recognition that he sought but his poetry was widely admired and loved. The nickname “the banished immortal” suggests it is so excellent that he must be a heavenly personage, banished to earth for some misdeed.
This short poem was chosen for the UN stamp set commemorating World Poetry Day.
Reflection In A Quiet Night
Moonlight spreads before my bed.
I wonder if it’s hoarfrost on the ground.
I raise my head to watch the moon
and lowering it, I think of home.
Another poem written for his uncle, a conscientious low-ranking official discouraged by court corruption.
Song For Accompanying Uncle Hua on Xie Tiao’s Tower
Yesterday, having left me, couldn’t be pressed to stay.
Today, still disturbing me, makes me more upset.
The long wind is sending the autumn geese far away,
And viewing them from this high tower, we should drink more.
Your essays are fresh and strong like those of the Han dynasty
While my poetry resembles Xie Tiao’s in vigor and beauty.
We both have lofty spirit, thinking of soaring
To the sky to grab hold of the clear moon.
I draw my sword to cut water, which won’t stop flowing,
And I raise my cup to douse my sorrow, which grows stronger.
Ah, life is such a sad thing that tomorrow
I will undo my hair and sail away in a little boat.