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Du Fu - Alone, Looking For Blossoms Along The RiverDu Fu - Alone, Looking For Blossoms Along The River
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The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain I`ve gone half crazy. I look up our southern neighbor. But my friend in wine Gone ten days drinking. I find only an empty bed. A thick frenzy of blossoms shrouding the riverside, I stroll, listing dangerously, in full fear of spring. Poems, wine even this profusely driven, I endure. Arrangements for this old, white-haired man can wait. A deep river, two or three houses in bamboo quiet, And such goings on: red blossoms glaring with white! Among spring`s vociferous glories, I too have my place: With a lovely wine, bidding life`s affairs bon voyage. Looking east to Shao, its smoke filled with blossoms, I admire that stately Po-hua wineshop even more. To empty golden wine cups, calling such beautiful Dancing girls to embroidered mats who could bear it? East of the river, before Abbot Huang`s grave, Spring is a frail splendor among gentle breezes. In this crush of peach blossoms opening ownerless, Shall I treasure light reds, or treasure them dark? At Madame Huang`s house, blossoms fill the paths: Thousands, tens of thousands haul the branches down. And butterflies linger playfully an unbroken Dance floating to songs orioles sing at their ease. I don`t so love blossoms I want to die. I`m afraid, Once they are gone, of old age still more impetuous. And they scatter gladly, by the branchful. Let`s talk Things over, little buds —-open delicately, sparingly.
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