Tu Fu

(712-770 / Gong County / China)

Alone, Looking For Blossoms Along The River - Poem by Tu Fu

The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable,
And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy.
I look up our southern neighbor. But my friend in wine
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Comments about Alone, Looking For Blossoms Along The River by Tu Fu

  • Bronze Star - 2,402 Points Ramesh T A (5/10/2010 2:29:00 AM)

    The richness of natural surrounding with full of pageantry makes it a compelling reading! (Report) Reply

    2 person liked.
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  • Rookie Daniel Partlow (5/11/2009 6:40:00 AM)

    I use Tu Fu's (aka Du Pu) greatest poem in this piece:
    http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-route-from-the-capital-to-fengxian-to-damascus/ (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,212 Points Is It Poetry (5/10/2009 11:17:00 PM)

    I float as the blooms, happy to land in the river of wine...iip (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Michael Pruchnicki (5/10/2009 7:21:00 AM)

    Attention please! Tu Fu lives no longer in our prison of days, Karin and Sope, and hasn't lived for centuries! And he was more than a 'drunk (sic) poet' when he wrote alone, looking for blossoms along the river! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Karin Anderson (sorry can't vote or comment) . (11/18/2008 1:08:00 AM)

    I really liked your poem. It had a lot of meaning and you took me on the journey. Thank you for letting me read it. Karin Anderson (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Michael Pruchnicki (5/10/2008 4:38:00 PM)

    Why should a lonely poet getting on in years dread the oncoming of
    spring? He shudders at the sight of blossoms shrouding the river banks
    with red and white flowers. He looks east to the flower-filled smoke over
    the wineshop, where he remembers drinking and enjoying the company
    of beautiful dancing girls in years past. Is he simply drunk? Hardly! The
    speaker (probably Tu Fu himself) is remembering former glories and the
    beauty of life as his own draws to a close. He knows that like the red
    and white blossoms along the river once death begins to set in, the
    process accelerates!

    Slow down, he says! Let's talk things over, little buds! Perhaps as we
    slowly sip what's left of life! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Pha Thanh Gian (4/28/2005 1:12:00 PM)

    Great! A drunk poet... have the 'hots' for a widow in the vacinity (Madame Huang) .
    Who says it was any different in the 'good old days'?
    :)
    Exquisite work! (Report) Reply










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