Thoughts of you unending
here in Ch’ang-an,
crickets where the well mirrors year-end golds cry out
autumn, and under a thin frost, mats look cold, ice-cold.
My lone lamp dark, thoughts thickening, I raise blinds
and gaze at the moon. It renders the deepest lament
empty. But you’re lovely as a blossom born of cloud,
skies opening away all bottomless azure above, clear
water all billows and swelling waves below. Skies endless
for a spirit in sad flight, the road over hard passes
sheer distance, I’ll never reach you, even in dreams,
my ruins of the heart,
thoughts of you unending.
translated by David Hinton
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Leonard Durso 
Is it the translator or is Li Po different from a lot of others . I am always expecting the atmosphere to built up to the end and then in the last line or two the emotion is to be shown.
Li Po is considered, along with Tu Fu his younger contemporary, as the 2 greatest poets of China. He was famous for writing poems while drinking and just giving them away. As a result, many of his poems are lost.