Du Fu

(712 - 770 / Henan Province / China)

Du Fu Poems

1. On Seeing A Pupil Of Kung-Sun Dance The Chien-Ch`i 4/8/2010
2. To Bi Siyao 4/8/2010
3. Twenty-Two Rhymes To Left-Prime-Minister Wei 4/8/2010
4. Thoughts Of Li Po From The World's End 4/8/2010
5. To The Recluse, Wei Pa 4/8/2010
6. Newlywed's Departure 8/13/2012
7. Dreaming Of Li Po 3/18/2016
8. The Mockingbird 3/18/2016
9. The Firefly 4/11/2016
10. Old Couple's Departure 8/13/2012
11. Spring Night In The Imperial Chancellery 4/8/2010
12. Passing The Night At Headquarters 4/8/2010
13. Upon The Military Recovery Of Henan And Hebei 4/8/2010
14. The Eight Formations 4/8/2010
15. The Pitiful Young Prince 4/8/2010
16. Poem For Wei Ba 4/8/2010
17. Thoughts On An Ancient Site:Birthplace Of Wang Qiang 4/8/2010
18. The Temple Of Zhuge Liang 4/8/2010
19. Song Of Lovely Women 4/8/2010
20. Snow At Changsha 1/8/2015
21. Jiang Village 8/13/2012
22. P’eng-Ya Road 4/8/2010
23. Thinking Of My Brothers On A Moonlit Night 4/8/2010
24. View From A Height 4/8/2010
25. Overnight At The Riverside Tower 1/1/2004
26. A Homeless Man's Departure 8/13/2012
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. Rain 1/1/2004
30. No Sight 4/8/2010
31. From Autumn Thoughts, Poem 1 4/8/2010
32. A Short Poem Written At The Moment When A Rising River Looked Like A Rolling Ocean 4/8/2010
33. Ballad Of The Old Cypress 4/8/2010
34. A Song Of Painting: To General Cao Ba 4/8/2010
35. Looking At Mount Tai 8/13/2012
36. Ballad Of The Press-Gang At Shihao Village 4/8/2010
37. Meeting Li Guinian In The South 4/8/2010
38. By The Lake 4/8/2010
39. A Second Farewell To Governor Yen Wu At The Fengji Post Station 4/8/2010
40. Restless Night 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Du Fu

Full Moon

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!

Read the full of Full Moon

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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