Snow At Changsha Poem by Du Fu

Snow At Changsha

Rating: 3.5


Out of the north the snow
Is assaulting Changsha:
Its clouds over Hunan go
(Where few snows are):
A myriad homes makes cold
Far borne on the gale
With scattered leaflets old
Where raindrops hail,
Not grown to flake-like flowers.

Empty of angels pale
Flaccid my purse.
Yet a silver pot may bail
Credit for wine.
No one to fetch it? Why then
I drain off the froth.
Must I wait again and again
Till the dizzy crows
Come home to their roosting bowers?

Thursday, January 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: snow
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Morgan 08 January 2015

Sacred thirst! Unholy dilemma!

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Du Fu

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Henan Province / China
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