Du Fu

(712 - 770 / Henan Province / China)

Du Fu Poems

1. On Seeing A Pupil Of Kung-Sun Dance The Chien-Ch`i 4/8/2010
2. To Bi Siyao 4/8/2010
3. Twenty-Two Rhymes To Left-Prime-Minister Wei 4/8/2010
4. Passing The Night At Headquarters 4/8/2010
5. Thoughts Of Li Po From The World's End 4/8/2010
6. To The Recluse, Wei Pa 4/8/2010
7. Newlywed's Departure 8/13/2012
8. Old Couple's Departure 8/13/2012
9. Spring Night In The Imperial Chancellery 4/8/2010
10. Jiang Village 8/13/2012
11. Upon The Military Recovery Of Henan And Hebei 4/8/2010
12. The Eight Formations 4/8/2010
13. The Pitiful Young Prince 4/8/2010
14. Poem For Wei Ba 4/8/2010
15. Thinking Of My Brothers On A Moonlit Night 4/8/2010
16. Thoughts On An Ancient Site:Birthplace Of Wang Qiang 4/8/2010
17. The Temple Of Zhuge Liang 4/8/2010
18. Song Of Lovely Women 4/8/2010
19. Snow At Changsha 1/8/2015
20. A Homeless Man's Departure 8/13/2012
21. P’eng-Ya Road 4/8/2010
22. View From A Height 4/8/2010
23. Overnight At The Riverside Tower 1/1/2004
24. On Meeting Li Guinian Again, South Of The River 4/8/2010
25. On A Prospect Of T'Ai-Shan 4/8/2010
26. Restless Night 1/1/2004
27. From Autumn Thoughts, Poem 1 4/8/2010
28. Rain 1/1/2004
29. No Sight 4/8/2010
30. A Short Poem Written At The Moment When A Rising River Looked Like A Rolling Ocean 4/8/2010
31. Ballad Of The Old Cypress 4/8/2010
32. Behind The Gates Of The Wealthy 4/8/2010
33. Looking At Mount Tai 8/13/2012
34. Meeting Li Guinian In The South 4/8/2010
35. Dreaming Of Li Bai (2) 4/8/2010
36. A Song Of Painting: To General Cao Ba 4/8/2010
37. Ballad Of The Press-Gang At Shihao Village 4/8/2010
38. By The Lake 4/8/2010
39. Dreaming Of Li Bai (1) 4/8/2010
40. A Second Farewell To Governor Yen Wu At The Fengji Post Station 4/8/2010
Best Poem of Du Fu

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.

Read the full of Morning Rain

Rain

Roads not yet glistening, rain slight,
Broken clouds darken after thinning away.
Where they drift, purple cliffs blacken.
And beyond -- white birds blaze in flight.

Sounds of cold-river rain grown familiar,
Autumn sun casts moist shadows. Below
Our brushwood gate, out to dry at the village
Mill: hulled rice, half-wet and fragrant.

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