The Drowning of Li Po

by Thomas Frost

And Li Po also died drunk.
He tried to embrace a moon
In the Yellow River.
                     – Ezra Pound, ‘Epitaphs’

the river is drunk;
reeling, it tosses
the sad poet’s prow
to the white moon
which bathes gently
in the dark water
of heaven.

the moon, enraged
by this sot’s trespass,
casts his prow down again
to the dark water
where its white image
sways whore-like,
grinning.

the poet, likewise grinning,
leaps forth
into the dark water
and cries, choking,
his hallelujah.