When I was a boy I called the moon a <br />white plate of jade, sometimes it looked <br />like a great mirror hanging in the sky, <br />first came the two legs of the fairy <br />and the cassia tree, but for whom the rabbit <br />kept on pounding medical herbs, I <br />just could not guess. Now the moon is being <br />swallowed by the toad and the light <br />flickers out leaving darkness all around; <br />I hear that when nine of the burning suns out <br />of the ten were ordered to be shot down by <br />the Emperor Yao, all has since been quiet <br />and peaceful both for heaven and man, <br />but this eating up of the moon is for me <br />a truly ugly scene filling me with forebodings <br />wondering what will come out of it.<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-old-moon/
