Tu Fu Poems
|2.||Overnight At The Riverside Tower||5/26/2001|
|3.||Thoughts Of Li Po From The World's End||5/26/2001|
|4.||On A Prospect Of T'Ai-Shan||5/26/2001|
|5.||Ballad Of The Old Cypress||5/26/2001|
|6.||By The Lake||5/26/2001|
|7.||On Seeing A Pupil Of Kung-Sun Dance The Chien-Ch`i||5/26/2001|
|8.||To The Recluse, Wei Pa||5/26/2001|
|9.||Ballad Of The Army Carts||5/26/2001|
|10.||Gazing At The Sacred Peak||5/26/2001|
|11.||Dreaming Of Li Po||5/26/2001|
|13.||Spring Night In The Imperial Chancellery||5/26/2001|
|17.||Alone, Looking For Blossoms Along The River||5/26/2001|
Above the tower -- a lone, twice-sized moon.
On the cold river passing night-filled homes,
It scatters restless gold across the waves.
On mats, it shines richer than silken gauze.
Empty peaks, silence: among sparse stars,
Not yet flawed, it drifts. Pine and cinnamon
Spreading in my old garden . . . All light,
All ten thousand miles at once in its light!
Dreaming Of Li Po
After the separation of death one can eventually swallow back one's grief, but
the separation of the living is an endless, unappeasable anxiety. From
pestilent Chiang-nan no news arrives of the poor exile. That my old friend
should come into my dream shows how constantly he is in my thoughts. I fear
that this is not the soul of a living man: the journey is so immeasurably far.
When your soul left, the maple woods were green: on its return the passes were
black with night. Lying now enmeshe