Tu Fu River Poems

  • 1.
    Evening colors linger on mountain paths.
    Out beyond this study perched over River Gate,
    At the cliff's edge, frail clouds stay
    All night. Among waves, a lone, shuddering
    ...
  • 2.
    The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable,
    And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy.
    I look up our southern neighbor. But my friend in wine
    Gone ten days drinking. I find only an empty bed.
    ...
  • 3.
    The carts squeak and trundle, the horses whinny, the conscripts go by, each
    with a bow and arrows at his waist. Their fathers, mothers, wives, and children
    run along beside them to see them off. The Hsien-yang Bridge cannot be seen for
    dust. They pluck at the men's clothes, stamp their feet, or stand in the way
    ...
  • 4.
    On the nineteenth day of the tenth month of the second year of Ta-li (15 November 767), in the residence of
    Yuan Ch`ih, Lieutenant-Governor of K`uei-chou, I saw Li Shih-er-niang of Lin-ying dance the chien-ch`i.
    Impressed by the brilliance and thrust of her style, I asked her whom she had studied under. ``I am a pupil of
    Kung-sun'', was the reply.
    ...
  • 5.
    In front of the temple of Chu-ko Liang there is an old cypress. Its branches
    are like green bronze; its roots like rocks; around its great girth of forty
    spans its rimy bark withstands the washing of the rain. Its jet-colored top
    rises two thousand feet to greet the sky. Prince and statesman have long since
    ...
  • 6.
    Roads not yet glistening, rain slight,
    Broken clouds darken after thinning away.
    Where they drift, purple cliffs blacken.
    And beyond -- white birds blaze in flight.
    ...
Total 6 River Poems by Tu Fu

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