Du Fu

Under my feet the
Glides along the river
Near midnight, a gusty
Shines in the heart of night

We have come far together, but here we must part;the green hills vainly echo my feelings
When will we again take wine cups in handto stroll as we did beneath last night's moon
Every district sings sad songs at your leaving;three reigns n...

The old fellow from Shao-ling weeps with stifled sobs as he walks furtively by the bends of the Sepentine on a day in spring
In the waterside palaces the thousands of doors are locked
For whom have the willows and rushed put on their fre...

As bamboo chill drifts into the bedroom,
Moonlight fills every corner of
Garden
Heavy dew beads and trickles

Above the tower — a lone, twice-sized moon
On the cold river passing night-filled homes,
It scatters restless gold across the waves
On mats, it shines richer than silken gauze

Oxen and sheep were brought back
Long ago, and bramble gates closed
Mountains and rivers, far from my old garden,
A windswept moon rises into clear night

A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light
I hear it among treetop leaves before
Arrives
Soon it sprinkles the soil and,