Du Fu

(712 - 770 / Henan Province / China)

Advent Of Spring - Poem by Du Fu

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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  • Rookie - 29 Points Aiswarya. T.anish (9/28/2008 10:58:00 AM)

    a very good poem. fantastic! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 11, 2003



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