Here is one of his most popular poems, titled "Drinking Alone Under the Moon."
"Drinking Alone under the Moon," by Li Bo
Among the flowers, a single jug of wine;
I drink alone. No one close to me.
I raise my cup, invite the bright moon;
facing my shadow, together we make three.
The moon doesn't know how to drink;
and my shadow can only follow my body.
But for a time I make moon and shadow my companions;
taking one's pleasure must last until spring.
I sing — the moon wavers back and forth.
I dance — my shadow flickers and scatters.
When I'm sober we take pleasure together.
When I'm drunk, we each go our own ways.
I make an oath to journey forever free of feelings,
making an appointment with them to meet in the Milky Way afar.
Even with his deliberate affectations and flauting of conventions for the sake of causing scandal and increasing his cache as a wildman of poetry, Li Bo was an Outsider all his life. Outside his culture, outside his family, even slightly outside the poetic forms he became a master of.