Du Fu

(712 - 770 / Henan Province / China)

Comments about Du Fu

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (11/5/2015 5:36:00 AM)

    to P.H.:
    don't you think that the other page - the one under the name TU FU - should be erase, as the 19 poems there are also listed here?

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (11/5/2015 4:26:00 AM)

    there is another page dedicated to Du FU...
    that page is under the name:
    Tu Fu (712-770 / Gong County / China)

  • Melikhaya Zagagana Melikhaya Zagagana (5/11/2014 4:30:00 AM)

    Mr Jeff Mcguire who do you consider as a skillful translater? do you have names or ways to advice translators without making much of noisy complains. Let us complain constructively.

  • Jeff Mcguire (4/12/2013 1:22:00 PM)

    Oh, and why is there a picture of Li Bai on Du Fu's page? Li Po is a great poet and I respect him, but he doesn't need to invade the identities of other poets! If nothing is done, all poet portraits on this site may be replaced by Li Bai in uncharacteristic greed!

  • Jeff Mcguire (4/12/2013 1:19:00 PM)

    Wong Moli, unfortunately poetry must be translated or it will become lost to a tiny subset of a subset of people who speak the author's Native Tongue. Poetry is always inaccurate in translation; the worst offence that a translator can commit is to translate too accurately. English is not Chinese, so any playful wordings and double meanings will be lost. In order for people like me to Know Tu Fu, I must be introduced to him through a skillful translator who knows the deep secrets of Poetics.

  • Wong Moli (5/22/2010 10:03:00 PM)

    Too terrible, the English translation is too terrible! Du Fu's poems can be only read in chinese.

  • Wong Moli (5/22/2010 10:02:00 PM)

    Too terrible, the English translation is too terrible! Du Fu's poems can be only read in chinese.

  • Wong Moli (5/22/2010 10:01:00 PM)

    Too terrible, the English translation is too terrible! Du Fu's poems can be only read in chinese.

Best Poem of Du Fu

Advent Of Spring

The city has fallen: only the hills and rivers remain.
In Spring the streets were green with grass and trees.
Sorrowing over the times, the flowers are weeping.
The birds startled my heart in fear of departing.
The beacon fires were burning for three months,
A letter from home was worth ten thousand pieces of gold.
I scratch the scant hairs on my white head,
And vainly attempt to secure them with a hairpin.

Read the full of Advent Of Spring

Morning Rain

A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light.
I hear it among treetop leaves before mist
Arrives. Soon it sprinkles the soil and,
Windblown, follows clouds away. Deepened

Colors grace thatch homes for a moment.
Flocks and herds of things wild glisten
Faintly. Then the scent of musk opens across
Half a mountain -- and lingers on past noon.

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