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. Twenty-Two Rhymes To Left-Prime-Minister Wei 4/8/2010
3. Passing The Night At Headquarters 4/8/2010
4. Thoughts Of Li Po From The World's End 4/8/2010
5. Newlywed's Departure 8/13/2012
6. The Mockingbird 3/18/2016
7. The Firefly 4/11/2016
8. Old Couple's Departure 8/13/2012
9. Spring Night In The Imperial Chancellery 4/8/2010
10. To The Recluse, Wei Pa 4/8/2010
11. Upon The Military Recovery Of Henan And Hebei 4/8/2010
12. Poem For Wei Ba 4/8/2010
13. The Pitiful Young Prince 4/8/2010
14. Thinking Of My Brothers On A Moonlit Night 4/8/2010
15. Dreaming Of Li Po 3/18/2016
16. The Temple Of Zhuge Liang 4/8/2010
17. View From A Height 4/8/2010
18. Snow At Changsha 1/8/2015
19. Jiang Village 8/13/2012
20. The Eight Formations 4/8/2010
21. P’eng-Ya Road 4/8/2010
22. To Bi Siyao 4/8/2010
23. Song Of Lovely Women 4/8/2010
24. Thoughts On An Ancient Site:Birthplace Of Wang Qiang 4/8/2010
25. Overnight At The Riverside Tower 1/1/2004
26. A Homeless Man's Departure 8/13/2012
27. On Meeting Li Guinian Again, South Of The River 4/8/2010
28. On A Prospect Of T'Ai-Shan 4/8/2010
29. Rain 1/1/2004
30. No Sight 4/8/2010
31. From Autumn Thoughts, Poem 1 4/8/2010
32. A Short Poem Written At The Moment When A Rising River Looked Like A Rolling Ocean 4/8/2010
33. Ballad Of The Old Cypress 4/8/2010
34. A Song Of Painting: To General Cao Ba 4/8/2010
35. Looking At Mount Tai 8/13/2012
36. Ballad Of The Press-Gang At Shihao Village 4/8/2010
37. Meeting Li Guinian In The South 4/8/2010
38. By The Lake 4/8/2010
39. A Second Farewell To Governor Yen Wu At The Fengji Post Station 4/8/2010
40. Dreaming Of Li Bai (1) 4/8/2010
Best Poem of Du Fu

Lone Wild Goose

Alone, the wild goose refuses food and drink,
his calls searching for the flock.

Who feels compassion for that single shadow
vanishing in a thousand distant clouds?

You watch, even as it flies from sight,
its plaintive calls cutting through you.

The noisy crows ignore it:
the bickering, squabbling multitudes.

Read the full of Lone Wild Goose

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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