Tu Fu Poems
|1.||Overnight At The Riverside Tower||5/26/2001|
|2.||Thoughts Of Li Po From The World's End||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.||To The Recluse, Wei Pa||5/26/2001|
|7.||Ballad Of The Army Carts||5/26/2001|
|8.||On Seeing A Pupil Of Kung-Sun Dance The Chien-Ch`i||5/26/2001|
|9.||Gazing At The Sacred Peak||5/26/2001|
|10.||Dreaming Of Li Po||5/26/2001|
|12.||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!
Oxen and sheep were brought back down
Long ago, and bramble gates closed. Over
Mountains and rivers, far from my old garden,
A windswept moon rises into clear night.
Springs trickle down dark cliffs, and autumn
Dew fills ridgeline grasses. My hair seems
Whiter in lamplight. The flame flickers
Good fortune over and over -- and for what?