Du Fu

(712 - 770 / Henan Province / China)

Passing The Night At Headquarters - Poem by Du Fu

Clear autumn at headquarters,
wu-tung trees cold beside the well;
I spend the night alone in the river city,
using up all of the candles.
Sad bugle notes sound through the long night
as I talk to myself;
glorious moon hanging in mid-sky
but who looks?

The endless dust-storm of troubles
cuts off news and letters;
the frontier passes are perilous,
travel nearly impossible.

I have already suffered ten years,
ten years of turmoil and hardship;
now I am forced to accept a perch
on this one peaceful branch.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, May 9, 2011


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