About Du Fu
by Li Bai
I met Du 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 Du Fu, I thought then,
he must be agonizing over poetry again.
Li Po
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