3 Quotes by Tu Fu

A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky.Two gulls drift slowly up the river.Vulnerable while they ride the wind,they coast and glide with ease.Dew is heavy on the grass below,the spider's web is ready.Heaven's ways include the human:among a thousand sorrows, I stand alone.

At the edge of heaven, tatters of autumnCloud. After ten thousand miles of clearLovely morning, the west wind arrives. Here,Long rains haven't slowed farmers. FrontierWillows air thin kingfisher colors, andRed fruit flecks mountain pears. As a flute's Mongol song drifts from a tower, oneGoose climbs clear through vacant skies.

Drawn up on shore, our boats await the day.Under a dying moon the rapids gleam.The wind picks up, the lanterns toss and sway,And rain creeps gently down the moaning stream.Still falls the rain when morning gongs resound.The cliffs are green walls mounting to the dawn.Our boats push forth, the gray gulls wheel around-- And I am desolate, for you are gone.