Du Fu

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

A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky
Two gulls drift slowly up the river
Vulnerable while they ride the wind,they coast and glide with ease
Dew is heavy on the grass below,the spider’s web is ready

Separation by death must finally be choked down,but separation in life is a long anguish,
Chiang-nan is a pestilential land;no word from you there in exile
You have been in my dreams, old friend,as if knowing how much I miss you
Cau...

Jade frost bites the maple treesand Wu Mountain and Wu Gorge breathe out dark fearas river waves rise up to the skyand dark wind-clouds touch ground by a frontier fortress
The chrysanthemums have twice bloomed tears of other days,
When I...

Alone, the wild goose refuses food and drink,his calls searching for the flock
Who feels compassion for that single shadowvanishing in a thousand distant clouds
You watch, even as it flies from sight,its plaintive calls cutting through y...

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

How to describe Tai mountain
Its green towers above all of Chi and Lu
Here the Creator concentrated divine beauty;its north and south sides split dark from dawn
Chest pounding, you reach the birthplace of clouds;bursting eyes fill w...

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

Clouds drifting the whole day;a traveler traveling who never arrives
Three nights you have been in my dreams;as your friend,
I knew your mind
You say your return is always harrowing;your coming, a hard coming;

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...

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OW  by Du Fu Battle-slaughter musters fresh legions of weeping ghosts;
Old, alone, fretful,
I mutter poems, hum tunes