About Tu Fu
Li Po
I met Tu Fu on a mountaintop
in August when the sun was hot.
Under the shade of his big straw hat
his face was sad--
in the years since we last parted,
he'd grown wan, exhausted.
Poor old Tu Fu, I thought then,
he must be agonizing over poetry again.
Li Po
tr. Hamil
Next 10 Poems
- Li Po : Alone And Drinking Under The Moon
- Li Po : Alone Looking At The Mountain
- Li Po : Amidst The Flowers A Jug Of Wine
- Li Po : Autumn River Song
- Li Po : Bathed And Washed
- Li Po : Before The Cask Of Wine
- Li Po : Bringing In The Wine
- Li Po : Chiang Chin Chiu
- Li Po : Ch'ing P'ing Tiao
- Li Po : Chuang Tzu And The Butterfly
Previous 10 Poems
- Li Po : A Vindication
- Li Po : A Mountain Revelry
- Katherine Philips : To One Persuading A Lady To Marriage
- Katherine Philips : To My Excellent Lucasia, On Our Friendship
- Katherine Philips : To My Dear Sister, Mrs. C. P. On Her Nuptial
- Katherine Philips : To My Antenor
- Katherine Philips : To Mrs. M. A. At Parting
- Katherine Philips : To Mr. Vaughan, Silurist On His Poems
- Katherine Philips : The World
- Katherine Philips : Orinda Upon Little Hector Philips
