Du Fu

(712 - 770 / Henan Province / China)

Thoughts Of Li Po From The World's End - Poem by Du Fu

Here at the world's end the cold winds are beginning to blow. What messages
have you for me, my master? When will the poor wandering goose arrive? The
rivers and lakes are swollen with autumn's waters. Art detests a too successful
life; and the hungry goblins await you with welcoming jaws. You had better have
a word with the ghost of that other wronged poet. Drop some verses into the
Mi-lo as an offering to him!


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, May 9, 2011


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