Treasure Island

Li Po

(701-762 / Chu / Kazakhstan)

About Tu Fu


I met Tu Fu on a mountaintop
in August when the sun was hot.

Under the shade of his big straw hat
his face was sad--

in the years since we last parted,
he'd grown wan, exhausted.

Poor old Tu Fu, I thought then,
he must be agonizing over poetry again.

Li Po
tr. Hamil

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • Sangnam Nam (4/27/2008 10:19:00 AM)

    i like both Li Po 'n Tu Fu.
    They were contemporaries and
    had run across eachother a few times.
    Their poems were pure and out of their soul;
    that makes them the classic poets (Report) Reply

  • Jeremy Yamashiro (6/16/2006 2:51:00 PM)

    and i think the reason tu fu was *second* best poet was because of all the agonizing he goes through; tu fu's poetry is about war and politics, li po's about nature and wine - i think this gives li po an unfair advantage when it comes to beautiful poetry. (Report) Reply

  • Uriah Hamilton (6/14/2005 9:23:00 AM)

    The greatest poet in China thinking fondly about the second greatest poet in China, what a poem! (Report) Reply

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