Du Fu Quotes
710–770 China
Du Fu (杜甫; 712 – 770) was a Chinese poet of the Tang dynasty. Along with Li Bai, he is considered one of the greatest writers of Chinese poetry.
Also known as: Tu Fu
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Lovely rains, knowing their season,
Always appear in spring. Entering night
Secretly on the wind, they silently
Bless things with such delicate abundance.
Nature ever calls people to live
Along with her; why should I be lured
By transient rank and honours?
The nation is ruined,
but mountains and rivers remain.
At the border posts, shed blood becomes a sea,
The martial emperor's dream of expansion has no end.
I'm empty, here at the edge of the sky.
Birds the more white, against green stream
Blooms burst to flame, against blue hills
I glance, the spring is gone again.
What day, what day, can I go home?
Within the vermilion gate, meats and wines go to waste
While on the roadside lie the frozen bodies of the poor.
Tumult, weeping, many new ghosts.
Heartbroken, aging, alone, I sing
To myself. Ragged mist settles
In the spreading dusk. Snow skurries
In the coiling wind. The wineglass
Is spilled. The bottle is empty.
The fire has gone out in the stove.
Everywhere men speak in whispers.
I brood on the uselessness of letters.