On Seeing a Pupil of Kung-sun Dance the Chien-ch`i (Tu Fu Poems)
On the nineteenth day of the tenth month of the second year of Ta-li (15 November 767), in the residence ...
On the nineteenth day of the tenth month of the second year of Ta-li (15 November 767), in the residence ...
Evening falls on palace walls shaded by flowering trees, with cry of birds flying past on their way to roost. ...
Here at the world's end the cold winds are beginning to blow. What messages have you for me, my master? ...
Often in this life of ours we resemble, in our failure to meet, the Shen and Shang constellations, one of ...
Tonight at Fu-chou, this moon she watches Alone in our room. And my little, far-off Children, too young to understand ...
A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light. I hear it among treetop leaves before mist Arrives. Soon it sprinkles ...
Evening colors linger on mountain paths. Out beyond this study perched over River Gate, At the cliff's edge, frail clouds ...
Roads not yet glistening, rain slight, Broken clouds darken after thinning away. Where they drift, purple cliffs blacken. And beyond ...
As bamboo chill drifts into the bedroom, Moonlight fills every corner of our Garden. Heavy dew beads and trickles. Stars ...
Oxen and sheep were brought back down Long ago, and bramble gates closed. Over Mountains and rivers, far from my ...
After the separation of death one can eventually swallow back one's grief, but the separation of the living is an ...
Above the tower -- a lone, twice-sized moon. On the cold river passing night-filled homes, It scatters restless gold across ...
For all this, what is the mountain god like? An unending green of lands north and south: From ethereal beauty ...
How is one to describe this king of mountains? Throught the whole of Ch'i and Lu one never loses sight ...
The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. I look up our southern ...
The carts squeak and trundle, the horses whinny, the conscripts go by, each with a bow and arrows at his ...
In front of the temple of Chu-ko Liang there is an old cypress. Its branches are like green bronze; its ...
The old fellow from Shao-ling weeps with stifled sobs as he walks furtively by the bends of the Sepentine on ...
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