Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Tang Dynasty Tea Poetry

Tea Drinking

The first cup moistens my lips and throat;
The second cup breaks my loneliness;
The third cup searches my barren entrails but to find therein some thousand volumes of odd ideographs;
The fourth cup raises a slight perspiration-all the wrongs of life pass out through my pores;
At the fifth cup I am purified;
The sixth cup calls me to the realms of the immortals.
The seventh cup-ah, but I could take no more! I only feel the breath of the cool wind that rises in my sleeves.
Where is Elysium? Let me ride on this sweet breeze and waft away thither

Lu Tung (Tang Dynasty Poet) 

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