"Bamboo, Plum Blossoms and Moon" by Gao Qipei (Qing Dynasty)‘Quiet Night Thoughts’ by Li Bai, Translated by Talbot Hook, and Other Poetry The Society October 20, 2023 Beauty, Poetry 11 Comments . Quiet Night Thoughts by Li Bai (701-762), translated by Talbot Hook My bed looks over bright moonlight. I muse: could it in fact be frost? I lift my head and watch the moon; I bow my head and think of home. . 静夜思 , 李白 床前明月光 疑是地上霜 举头望明月 低头思故乡 . . On Li Bai’s “Drinking Alone By Moonlight” When we watch the moon together, Picturing its solitary Path across the sky, I wonder Where our minds diverge. Are you Thinking on our past or future? Something past its bright appearance? Mooncakes, tea, and poems waiting Just inside to complement the Perfect loneliness of summer’s Passing? Maybe you’re just watching, Me inventing all these theories. Me? I tend to dwell in history: Dynasties collapsing under Full moon’s plenitude, legacies Stretching back millennia to Those who first ascribed a meaning To the moon: prosperity or Longing, family, abundance. Always wanting something of the Universe. And me? I guess I Want something too. I want to Know your mind, your dreams and musings. What do you see in the moon now? Setting down my cassia wine, we Join hands, rising up together: Laden moon, weary man, and my Shadow, who has made us three. . . Talbot Hook is a PhD student and occasional writer currently living in Connecticut. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. 11 Responses Monika Cooper October 20, 2023 These are beautiful. The second one is quite a riddle, with an alternate pairing and unpairing that bewilders. Is the speaker addressing someone absent? I was comfortable with that, until the joining of hands at the end. Is he addressing his anima, his “shadow,” the hidden-from-him side of himself? I love the thinking about thinking that ripples through it all. It brings to mind Eliot’s question in The Waste Land: who is the third? And the weird passage of Little Gidding when the speaker speaks with a stranger: “He left me with a kind of valediction And faded on the blowing of the horn.” Also Wallace Stevens comes to mind, “The World as Contemplation,” where absence and presence interpenetrate. Or even “Nocturnal Upon St. Lucie’s Day.” It’s in that family. All the words are simple words but spun in a way to tease and trouble the brain. Reply Monika Cooper October 20, 2023 The brain is troubled here, by this, but the heart and soul are in peace and harmony, beauty and philosophy, pacified melancholy. Reply Talbot October 23, 2023 Thanks for both your kind words and interpretation, Monika. I’m afraid I have as few answers as you, though I will agree that the blurring of absence-and-presence is the critical mark of this poem. As whenever I read the Chinese greats, equanimity mixed with melancholy tends to be the dominate mood. Insofar as I was able to capture that, I’ll be content. Reply Paul A. Freeman October 20, 2023 I enjoyed this, Talbot, hoping I correctly gather that ‘me’ ‘and me’ refers to the narrator and their shadow, the latter only appearing when the Moon’s about. I found this poem profound and fantastical. Thanks for the read. Reply Talbot October 23, 2023 Thanks for writing in, Paul. As with shadows under the moon, the “me” is without clear boundary and is thus perhaps a bit of both — perhaps slightly more the man trying to understand what his shadow’s about. Thanks again, and I’m glad you enjoyed it. Reply Margaret Coats October 20, 2023 Talbot, your poem made me think of the convention in painting that the moon is more beautiful with clouds passing over it. The illustration here has quite a lot of clouds rendered in broad wash strokes. You translate one Li Bai work beautifully, and move to another where the title gives the answer to how many are present. I recall Li Bai, moon, and shadow making three when he drinks alone. You make so much more of it. Forgetting the “alone,” I was being enchanted by poet-thinker and friend-companion viewing the moon together. This is such a lovely expression of the desire to know a friend more closely that I must refer it to an absent companion joined to the thinker by moonviewing at the same time. Can this really wonder what the shadow is thinking? That would have an application in self-knowledge, or in considering the varied strands of awareness ascending and receding within the thinker’s own mind, sometimes with two or more in the foreground at once. That’s supported by the thinker’s confession of history as prominent to him. But when we get to historical interpretations of the moon, maybe the moon itself is observing its viewers, and showing them a variety of concepts. Illuminating! Reply Talbot October 23, 2023 Dear Margaret, I tend to agree with you; something about the wispiness of clouds over the face of the moon tends to invite greater reflection than the moon on a clear night. The image chosen to augment my poem was thoughtful (for which I’m grateful). You’re right in your recollection. In that poem, Li Bai is drinking alone before he beckons the moon, which, with his shadow, makes them three. I’ve always found that a perfect line, so, in the tradition of Chinese hermit-poets writing to one another about (rather, through) the other’s work, I tried my hand at it, albeit in English. As Monika pointed out above, the unclear nature of absence and presence is the chief feature of this poem, right up there with introspection and awareness. As always, thanks for your thorough and thoughtful words. Reply jd October 20, 2023 I believe the last time I read one of your poems I thought to myself that we would be blessed with your writing more than “occasionally”. That thought has been reinforced. Reply Talbot October 23, 2023 jd, thanks much for the kind words. When I can get in a few moments to write poetry, I tend to take the chance. Sadly, the PhD isn’t a beast that kindly admits of rivals . . . . Reply ABB October 20, 2023 This is my favorite ‘Drinking by Moonlight’ rendition that I’ve read. Thank you for making this important poet more accessible to westerners. Reply Talbot October 23, 2023 Dear ABB, well, what can I say? That’s perhaps the highest praise one can give, given the abundance of translations of this poem (formal and informal) out there. Thanks much, and I’m very glad you enjoyed. I’m happy to be doing my part in spreading these works. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Monika Cooper October 20, 2023 These are beautiful. The second one is quite a riddle, with an alternate pairing and unpairing that bewilders. Is the speaker addressing someone absent? I was comfortable with that, until the joining of hands at the end. Is he addressing his anima, his “shadow,” the hidden-from-him side of himself? I love the thinking about thinking that ripples through it all. It brings to mind Eliot’s question in The Waste Land: who is the third? And the weird passage of Little Gidding when the speaker speaks with a stranger: “He left me with a kind of valediction And faded on the blowing of the horn.” Also Wallace Stevens comes to mind, “The World as Contemplation,” where absence and presence interpenetrate. Or even “Nocturnal Upon St. Lucie’s Day.” It’s in that family. All the words are simple words but spun in a way to tease and trouble the brain. Reply
Monika Cooper October 20, 2023 The brain is troubled here, by this, but the heart and soul are in peace and harmony, beauty and philosophy, pacified melancholy. Reply
Talbot October 23, 2023 Thanks for both your kind words and interpretation, Monika. I’m afraid I have as few answers as you, though I will agree that the blurring of absence-and-presence is the critical mark of this poem. As whenever I read the Chinese greats, equanimity mixed with melancholy tends to be the dominate mood. Insofar as I was able to capture that, I’ll be content. Reply
Paul A. Freeman October 20, 2023 I enjoyed this, Talbot, hoping I correctly gather that ‘me’ ‘and me’ refers to the narrator and their shadow, the latter only appearing when the Moon’s about. I found this poem profound and fantastical. Thanks for the read. Reply
Talbot October 23, 2023 Thanks for writing in, Paul. As with shadows under the moon, the “me” is without clear boundary and is thus perhaps a bit of both — perhaps slightly more the man trying to understand what his shadow’s about. Thanks again, and I’m glad you enjoyed it. Reply
Margaret Coats October 20, 2023 Talbot, your poem made me think of the convention in painting that the moon is more beautiful with clouds passing over it. The illustration here has quite a lot of clouds rendered in broad wash strokes. You translate one Li Bai work beautifully, and move to another where the title gives the answer to how many are present. I recall Li Bai, moon, and shadow making three when he drinks alone. You make so much more of it. Forgetting the “alone,” I was being enchanted by poet-thinker and friend-companion viewing the moon together. This is such a lovely expression of the desire to know a friend more closely that I must refer it to an absent companion joined to the thinker by moonviewing at the same time. Can this really wonder what the shadow is thinking? That would have an application in self-knowledge, or in considering the varied strands of awareness ascending and receding within the thinker’s own mind, sometimes with two or more in the foreground at once. That’s supported by the thinker’s confession of history as prominent to him. But when we get to historical interpretations of the moon, maybe the moon itself is observing its viewers, and showing them a variety of concepts. Illuminating! Reply
Talbot October 23, 2023 Dear Margaret, I tend to agree with you; something about the wispiness of clouds over the face of the moon tends to invite greater reflection than the moon on a clear night. The image chosen to augment my poem was thoughtful (for which I’m grateful). You’re right in your recollection. In that poem, Li Bai is drinking alone before he beckons the moon, which, with his shadow, makes them three. I’ve always found that a perfect line, so, in the tradition of Chinese hermit-poets writing to one another about (rather, through) the other’s work, I tried my hand at it, albeit in English. As Monika pointed out above, the unclear nature of absence and presence is the chief feature of this poem, right up there with introspection and awareness. As always, thanks for your thorough and thoughtful words. Reply
jd October 20, 2023 I believe the last time I read one of your poems I thought to myself that we would be blessed with your writing more than “occasionally”. That thought has been reinforced. Reply
Talbot October 23, 2023 jd, thanks much for the kind words. When I can get in a few moments to write poetry, I tend to take the chance. Sadly, the PhD isn’t a beast that kindly admits of rivals . . . . Reply
ABB October 20, 2023 This is my favorite ‘Drinking by Moonlight’ rendition that I’ve read. Thank you for making this important poet more accessible to westerners. Reply
Talbot October 23, 2023 Dear ABB, well, what can I say? That’s perhaps the highest praise one can give, given the abundance of translations of this poem (formal and informal) out there. Thanks much, and I’m very glad you enjoyed. I’m happy to be doing my part in spreading these works. Reply
