Author Ezra Pound Fu I Fu I loved the high cloud and the hill, Alas, he died of alcohol. Li Po And Li Po also died drunk. He tried to embrace a moon In the Yellow River. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (5 votes) Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments