The forge-fire sets a glow in the heavens,
the hammer thunders, showering the smoke with sparks.
A ruddy smithy, the white face of the moon,
and the hammer, ringing down cold dark canyons.
(Li Po)
More Poetry from Li Po:
- The Exile's Letter (Li Po Poems)
- Three Poems on Wine (Li Po Poems)
- 'We Fought for - South of the Walls (Li Po Poems)
- A Song Of Changgan (Li Po Poems)
- Lu Mountain, Kiangsi (Li Po Poems)
- Reaching the Hermitage (Li Po Poems)