Tu Fu

(712-770 / Gong County / China)

Rain - Poem by Tu Fu

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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  • Gold Star - 26,918 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (5/10/2014 9:34:00 AM)

    very good words and creativity exemplary and poem nice. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 26, 2001

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 26, 2001


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