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. Thoughts Of Li Po From The World's End 4/8/2010
5. To The Recluse, Wei Pa 4/8/2010
6. Newlywed's Departure 8/13/2012
7. Dreaming Of Li Po 3/18/2016
8. The Mockingbird 3/18/2016
9. The Firefly 4/11/2016
10. Old Couple's Departure 8/13/2012
11. Spring Night In The Imperial Chancellery 4/8/2010
12. Passing The Night At Headquarters 4/8/2010
13. The Eight Formations 4/8/2010
14. Jiang Village 8/13/2012
15. Upon The Military Recovery Of Henan And Hebei 4/8/2010
16. Poem For Wei Ba 4/8/2010
17. The Pitiful Young Prince 4/8/2010
18. Thinking Of My Brothers On A Moonlit Night 4/8/2010
19. Thoughts On An Ancient Site:Birthplace Of Wang Qiang 4/8/2010
20. The Temple Of Zhuge Liang 4/8/2010
21. View From A Height 4/8/2010
22. Song Of Lovely Women 4/8/2010
23. Snow At Changsha 1/8/2015
24. P’eng-Ya Road 4/8/2010
25. A Homeless Man's Departure 8/13/2012
26. Overnight At The Riverside Tower 1/1/2004
27. On Meeting Li Guinian Again, South Of The River 4/8/2010
28. Restless Night 1/1/2004
29. On A Prospect Of T'Ai-Shan 4/8/2010
30. Rain 1/1/2004
31. No Sight 4/8/2010
32. From Autumn Thoughts, Poem 1 4/8/2010
33. Behind The Gates Of The Wealthy 4/8/2010
34. Dreaming Of Li Bai (2) 4/8/2010
35. By The Lake 4/8/2010
36. A Short Poem Written At The Moment When A Rising River Looked Like A Rolling Ocean 4/8/2010
37. Meeting Li Guinian In The South 4/8/2010
38. A Song Of Painting: To General Cao Ba 4/8/2010
39. Dreaming Of Li Bai (1) 4/8/2010
40. Looking At Mount Tai 8/13/2012
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.

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Moonlit Night

Tonight at Fu-chou, this moon she watches
Alone in our room. And my little, far-off
Children, too young to understand what keeps me
Away, or even remember Chang'an. By now,

Her hair will be mist-scented, her jade-white
Arms chilled in its clear light. When
Will it find us together again, drapes drawn
Open, light traced where it dries our tears?

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