Tu Fu White 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.
    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
    ...
  • 3.
    Tonight at Fu-chou, this moon she watches
    Alone in our room. And my little, far-off
    Children, too young to understand what keeps me
    Away, or even remember Chang'an. By now,
    ...
  • 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.
    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.
    ...
  • 6.
    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 6 White Poems by Tu Fu

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