Tu Fu Spring Poems

  • 1.
    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.
    ...
  • 2.
    Evening falls on palace walls shaded by flowering trees, with cry of birds
    flying past on their way to roost. The stars quiver as they look down on the
    myriad doors of the palace, and the moon's light increases as she moves into
    the ninefold sky. Unable to sleep, I seem to hear the sound of the bronze-clad
    ...
  • 3.
    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.
    ...
  • 4.
    Often in this life of ours we resemble, in our failure to meet, the Shen and
    Shang constellations, one of which rises as the other one sets. What lucky
    chance is it, then, that brings us together this evening under the light of
    this same lamp? Youth and vigor last but a little time. --- Each of us now has
    ...
  • 5.
    The old fellow from Shao-ling weeps with stifled sobs as he walks furtively by the bends of the Sepentine on a day in spring. In
    the waterside palaces the thousands of doors are locked. For whom have the willows and rushed put on their fresh greenery?

    I remember how formerly, when the Emperor's rainbow banner made its way into the South Park, everything in the park
    ...
Total 5 Spring Poems by Tu Fu

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