About Tu Fu

 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.

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