Du Fu Poems
|41.||Behind The Gates Of The Wealthy||4/8/2010|
|42.||Looking At Mount Tai||8/13/2012|
|43.||Dreaming Of Li Bai (2)||4/8/2010|
|44.||A Woman Of Quality||4/8/2010|
|45.||Ballad Of The Army Carts||4/8/2010|
|46.||I Stand Alone||4/8/2010|
|47.||Gazing At The Sacred Peak||1/1/2004|
|50.||Alone, Looking For Blossoms Along The River||1/1/2004|
|53.||Advent Of Spring||3/11/2003|
|54.||Lone Wild Goose||4/8/2010|
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Lone Wild Goose
Alone, the wild goose refuses food and drink,
his calls searching for the flock.
Who feels compassion for that single shadow
vanishing in a thousand distant clouds?
You watch, even as it flies from sight,
its plaintive calls cutting through you.
The noisy crows ignore it:
the bickering, squabbling multitudes.
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.