Tu Fu Poems
|2.||Overnight At The Riverside Tower||5/26/2001|
|3.||On A Prospect Of T'Ai-Shan||5/26/2001|
|4.||Ballad Of The Old Cypress||5/26/2001|
|5.||By The Lake||5/26/2001|
|6.||On Seeing A Pupil Of Kung-Sun Dance The Chien-Ch`i||5/26/2001|
|7.||Thoughts Of Li Po From The World's End||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.||Spring Night In The Imperial Chancellery||5/26/2001|
|13.||Dreaming Of Li Po||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!
To The Recluse, Wei Pa
Often in this life of ours we resemble, in our failure to meet, the Shen and
Shang constellations, one of which rises as the other one sets. What lucky
chance is it, then, that brings us together this evening under the light of
this same lamp? Youth and vigor last but a little time. --- Each of us now has
greying temples. Half of the friends we ask each other about are dead, and our
shocked cries sear the heart. Who could have guessed that it would be twenty
years before I sat once more be