Poem – 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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