Du Fu's Poetry, by first line

• Day's End

  Oxen and sheep were brought back down
  Long ago, and bramble gates closed. Over

  8 lines
• Full Moon

  Above the tower -- a lone, twice-sized moon.
  On the cold river passing night-filled homes,

  8 lines
• Morning Rain

  A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light.
  I hear it among treetop leaves before mist

  8 lines
• Rain

  Roads not yet glistening, rain slight,
  Broken clouds darken after thinning away.

  8 lines, 1 comment
• Restless Night

  As bamboo chill drifts into the bedroom,
  Moonlight fills every corner of our

  8 lines
• I Stand Alone

  A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky.
  Two gulls drift slowly up the river.

  10 lines
• Lone Wild Goose

  Alone, the wild goose refuses food and drink,
  his calls searching for the flock.

  10 lines
• Meeting Li GuiNian In The South

  At the home of the Prince of Qi
      I have often seen you,

  7 lines
• Twenty-Two Rhymes To Left-Prime-Minister Wei

  Boys in fancy clothes never starve,
  but Confucian scholars often find their lives in ruin.

  43 lines
• Passing The Night At Headquarters

  Clear autumn at headquarters,
      wu-tung trees cold beside the well;

  17 lines
• Dreaming Of Li Bai (2)

  Clouds drifting the whole day;
  a traveler traveling who never arrives.

  23 lines
• Thinking Of My Brothers On A Moonlit Night

  Drums on the watch-tower have emptied the roads -
  At the frontier it's autumn; a wild-goose cries.

  8 lines
• Overnight At The Riverside Tower

  Evening colors linger on mountain paths.
  Out beyond this study perched over River Gate,

  9 lines
• Spring Night In The Imperial Chancellery

  Evening falls on palace walls shaded by flowering trees, with cry of birds
  flying past on their way to roost. The stars quiver as the

  9 lines
• Thoughts Of Li Po From The World's End

  Here at the world's end the cold winds are beginning to blow. What messages
  have you for me, my master? When will the poor wandering

  8 lines, 1 comment
• The Pitiful Young Prince

  Hooded crows fly at night
      over the walls of Chang'an,

  57 lines
• On A Prospect Of T'ai-shan

  How is one to describe this king of mountains? Throught the whole of Ch'i and
  Lu one never loses sight of its greenness. In it the Cr

  9 lines
• Gazing At Mount Tai

  How to describe Tai mountain?
  Its green towers above all of Chi and Lu!

  21 lines
• On Meeting Li Guinian Again, South Of The River

  I often saw you at the palace of the prince,
  And twice at Cui’s I heard you sing for hours.

  3 lines
• P’eng-ya Road

  I remember fleeing the rebels
  through dangerous northern canyons,

  73 lines
• A Short Poem Written At The Moment When A Rising River Looked Like A Rolling Ocean

  I was stubborn by nature and addicted to perfect lines,
  fought to the death to find words that startle.

  8 lines
• Ballad Of The Old Cypress

  In front of the temple of Chu-ko Liang there is an old cypress. Its branches
  are like green bronze; its roots like rocks; around its

  81 lines
• From Autumn Thoughts, Poem 1

  Jade frost bites the maple trees
  and Wu Mountain and Wu Gorge breathe out dark fear

  10 lines
• No Sight

  Li Bai, no sight of you for a long time,
  It's tragic that you pretend to be insane.

  7 lines
• A Woman Of Quality

  Matchless in breeding and beauty,
  a fine lady has taken refuge

  40 lines
• Upon The Military Recovery Of Henan And Hebei

  News comes to Jianwai1 that Jibei has been recovered
  and tears wet my garments when I hear the news.

  7 lines
• Poem For Wei Ba

  Often a man's life is such
  that he seldom sees his friends,

  37 lines
• To The Recluse, Wei Pa

  Often in this life of ours we resemble, in our failure to meet, the Shen and
  Shang constellations, one of which rises as the other on

  19 lines, 1 comment
• On Seeing A Pupil Of Kung-sun Dance The Chien-ch`i

  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-Gover

  29 lines, 1 comment
• To Bi Siyao

  Once stately figures in the art of rhyme,
  Now sadly down at heels, our careers in ruin,

  7 lines

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