Poems by Du Fu

Cut off from all--my beauty only left--
My gloomy dwelling in a hollow vale.
I sighing say, "M...

Across our view no bounds clear Autumn throws.
Yet massé d shades along the distance rise...

The girdle ornaments are chill
Of those that serve about the Tomb,
Lost in the chamber's vault...

As Beauty is of all the world admired,
Obscurity no longer her could hide.
That morn a maiden ...

Upon the river's whiteness the birds more clearly fly.
And with the greenness of the hills the f...

15th of 8th moon The flying mirror of the Moon is dazzling in mine eyes.
But, broken like a sw...

Born from rotting grasses damp
Still the daylight thou must fear,
On my scroll thy tiny lamp
...

The world is full of battle.
Why wilt thou ride away?
Thy friends all weeping round thee
Becau...

17th of 8th moon The Autumn Moon is rounded still this night.
At Kiang-tsun I pass my lonely ag...

I How delighted, at sunset, to loosen the boat!
A light wind is slow to raise waves.
Deep in...

I If death parts us, the tears will dry one day,
But separation in life feeds endless pain.
...

In Po-ti town the watchman's rap is over for tonight.
On Yang-t'ai Hill the dawn grows up from d...

The crescent Moon desired to mount on high.
Its slanting course ne'er grew to orbé d sway...

This temple to the north of Ch'in-chou walls
Is said to be the home of former kings.
About its ...

Chariots rumble and roll: horses whinny and neigh.
footmen at their girdle bows and arrows displ...