Du Fu

(712 - 770 / Henan Province / China)

Du Fu Poems

1. Advent Of Spring 3/11/2003
2. Morning Rain 1/1/2004
3. Moonlit Night 1/1/2004
4. Alone, Looking For Blossoms Along The River 1/1/2004
5. Full Moon 1/1/2004
6. Day's End 1/1/2004
7. I Stand Alone 4/8/2010
8. Gazing At The Sacred Peak 1/1/2004
9. Ballad Of The Army Carts 4/8/2010
10. A Woman Of Quality 4/8/2010
11. Lone Wild Goose 4/8/2010
12. A Second Farewell To Governor Yen Wu At The Fengji Post Station 4/8/2010
13. Dreaming Of Li Bai (1) 4/8/2010
14. By The Lake 4/8/2010
15. Ballad Of The Press-Gang At Shihao Village 4/8/2010
16. A Song Of Painting: To General Cao Ba 4/8/2010
17. Dreaming Of Li Bai (2) 4/8/2010
18. Meeting Li Guinian In The South 4/8/2010
19. Behind The Gates Of The Wealthy 4/8/2010
20. Looking At Mount Tai 8/13/2012
21. Ballad Of The Old Cypress 4/8/2010
22. A Short Poem Written At The Moment When A Rising River Looked Like A Rolling Ocean 4/8/2010
23. No Sight 4/8/2010
24. Rain 1/1/2004
25. From Autumn Thoughts, Poem 1 4/8/2010
26. Restless Night 1/1/2004
27. On Meeting Li Guinian Again, South Of The River 4/8/2010
28. On A Prospect Of T'Ai-Shan 4/8/2010
29. Overnight At The Riverside Tower 1/1/2004
30. Snow At Changsha 1/8/2015
31. A Homeless Man's Departure 8/13/2012
32. P’eng-Ya Road 4/8/2010
33. Song Of Lovely Women 4/8/2010
34. View From A Height 4/8/2010
35. The Temple Of Zhuge Liang 4/8/2010
36. Thinking Of My Brothers On A Moonlit Night 4/8/2010
37. Thoughts On An Ancient Site:Birthplace Of Wang Qiang 4/8/2010
38. Poem For Wei Ba 4/8/2010
39. The Pitiful Young Prince 4/8/2010
40. Upon The Military Recovery Of Henan And Hebei 4/8/2010
Best Poem of Du Fu

Advent Of Spring

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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Morning Rain

A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light.
I hear it among treetop leaves before mist
Arrives. Soon it sprinkles the soil and,
Windblown, follows clouds away. Deepened

Colors grace thatch homes for a moment.
Flocks and herds of things wild glisten
Faintly. Then the scent of musk opens across
Half a mountain -- and lingers on past noon.

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