Du Fu Poems

Behind the gates of the wealthy
food lies rotting from waste
Outside it's the poor
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Matchless in breeding and beauty,
a fine lady has taken refuge
in this forsaken valley.
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How is Mountain Tai?
Its green is seen beyond State Qi and State Lu,
a distillation of creation's spirit and beauty.
Its slopes split day into Yin and Yang.
Its rising clouds billow in my chest.
Homecoming birds fly through my wide-open eyes.
I should climb to the summit
and in one glance see all other mountains dwarfed.
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Clouds drifting the whole day;
a traveler traveling who never arrives.
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As bamboo chill drifts into the bedroom,
Moonlight fills every corner of our
Garden. Heavy dew beads and trickles.
Stars suddenly there, sparse, next aren't.
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Separation by death must finally be choked down,
but separation in life is a long anguish,
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We have come far together, but here we must part;
the green hills vainly echo my feelings.
When will we again take wine cups in hand
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At the home of the Prince of Qi
I have often seen you,
and in the hall of Cui Jiu,
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The old fellow from Shao-ling weeps with stifled sobs as he walks furtively by the bends of the Sepentine on a day in spring.
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One evening I found lodging in a village where
A press-gang stole by night to seize my aging host,
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