Du Fu remains one of the most loved poets in world history. As we look back at his poetry now, we can experience with awe his timeless appeal.
Therefore when I see the portrait of the master
I repeatedly worship it and burst into tears.
Even the minds in ancient times were rarely similar to the master’s,
I would like to resurrect the master and follow him as friend.
—Wáng Ānshí 王安石, “A Portrait of Du Fu” (quoted by Jue Chen, Making China’s Greatest Poet: The Construction of Du Fu in the Poetic Culture of the Song Dynasty [960-1279])
Dù Fǔ 杜甫 (712 – 770) endures in acclaim as perhaps China’s greatest poet. But how has his fame endured? What qualities of his work compel our attention?
To survey Du Fu’s poetry is to simultaneously glimpse Tang Dynasty China while also transcending it, arriving at universal human experience. Exquisitely and economically, he observes nature, honors everyday life, reveals personal hardship and failure, and empathizes with war victims and other suffering souls. Yet his writing is alert to both seriousness and humor, nimbly jumping from one to the other, therapeutically shifting tone and perspective. As readers journey with him, his work expands both awareness and empathy. It elevates, inspires, and rewards. According to the poet Yuán Hàowèn 元好問 (1190 – 1257), “those who study it find their hearts moved and their eyes startled.”
In his 2008 translation, David Young collected 170 of the poet’s works in Du Fu: A Life in Poetry. Grouped in 11 sections in chronological order, his arrangement helps readers trace the poet’s life and development. The graceful, compact free verse employed by the translator adapts well to the modern world, making the poems even more accessible. In these translations, the poems of Du Fu seem to travel effortlessly across time and language, bridging past and present, east and west. So many centuries later, they still serve as empathetic exemplars of our common frail humanity.
Below, a few lines from Young’s translation illuminate Du Fu’s recurring themes, offering a glimpse of his poetry’s genius, along with its deceptive simplicity.
Attuned to nature
Du Fu’s poetry contains an abiding awareness of nature. But the relationship of nature to his poetry is not simple or static. At times, it complements the poem’s narrative or human experience, accentuating it. At other times — sometimes in the very same poem — it contrasts with the human element, suggesting alienation or sadness or smallness. Or it may just be seen and felt and lovingly rendered, fixed in writing for all time. Along the way, a complex relationship between interior and exterior is established, subtle and shifting and textured.
Seasons are sensitively observed. In one spring poem, he self-deprecatingly despairs of describing the flowers he witnesses:
The riverside flowers
are driving me crazy
because there’s no way
to describe their effect
(From Poem 97 in Du Fu: A Life in Poetry)
Yet in the very next poem, he delivers a virtuoso description:
Flowers in crowds, shoals, galaxies
swarm and tangle by the river
I don’t walk I stagger
spring knocks me out
(From Poem 98)
Autumn, too, makes its presence felt. In a sequence the translator titles “Autumn Thoughts,” Du Fu writes:
Dew turns to jade-white ice
that scars and wilts the maple trees
the Wu Mountains and the Wu Gorges
grow bleak in autumn wind
the river rises, waves
reaching toward the sky
my hope of going home
is a lone boat, tied up
(From Poem 134)
Du Fu’s poetry is notably, innovatively personal. This has long been part of his appeal — as the 9th-century poet Yuán Zhěn 元稹 wrote, “Whenever I pursue his poetry scrolls, it is like being on intimate terms (with him).” Many examples from Du Fu’s poetry can be cited, but the poem “Five Hundred Words About My Journey to Fengxian” is a tour de force. David Young writes, “No poem of this kind existed in Chinese poetry before this; it is more personal, more searching, and more comprehensive than anything that had preceded it.”
Du Fu begins in a self-deprecating manner, speaking of himself in third person:
Imagine a man in commonplace clothes,
impractical and even stupid,
he wanted to rank with sages
instead he has white hair and failure
he’ll stick with his goals, though, until
they close him into his coffin
a poet who writes from the heart,
anxious about the poor
for which his fellow scholars laugh at him!
(From Poem 48)
He speaks of failure. Though he had long sought an official position in government, he failed the imperial examination twice (in 735 and 747) and, to this point, remained unsuccessful in this quest. Yet the reference to failure may be broader in scope, perhaps extending to the reception of his poetry as well. Following this revealing self-critical introduction, he narrates his journey home from the capital in freezing winter weather. Toward the end of the poem, he approaches home and we’re suddenly caught off guard as the narrative shifts and he hears news from home that “my little son has died.”
and I stand and weep in the street
the neighbors crowd round me, weeping
my shame overwhelms me, a father
who couldn’t feed his family
I who have never paid taxes
never been conscripted
I realize I’ve had an easy life
and I think again of the poor
losing their farms, sons sent to war
no end to their griefs
till my sorrow becomes a mountain
whose peak I cannot see.
“Anxious about the poor”
Du Fu used his own experience of obscurity and loss to fuel his concern for others. In this, he seemed to follow the teaching of Confucius: “A humane person wishes to steady himself, and so he helps others to steady themselves…The ability to make an analogy from what is close at hand is the method and the way of realizing humaneness.” Repeatedly, his own adversity served as a bridge toward that of others. At the same time, his attentive observation of others expanded his awareness as well, providing access to experiences he himself did not possess. And circumstance would call for much empathy — the An Lushan rebellion and ensuing civil war (755 – 763) dislocated the imperial court (and Du Fu as well) and left millions of casualties in its wake.
Again, Du Fu’s poem “Five Hundred Words About my Journey to Fengxian,” just before the rebellion, is a fitting example. In it, he narrates his journey home from the capital at year’s end. As he moves from power center to periphery, he contrasts the riches in the capital with the poverty elsewhere:
cabinet ministers live it up
the music drifts through the wintry landscape
the hot baths here are for important people
nothing for common folks
the silk the courtiers wear
was woven by poor women
while soldiers beat their husbands
As he closes this middle section of the poem, he observes:
behind those red gates
meat and wine are left to spoil
outside lie the bones
of people who starved and froze
luxury and misery a few feet apart—
my heart aches to think about it!
Elsewhere, when war brought suffering, he fashioned poems almost of protest:
the emperor wants to expand his realm
though back where we come from
whole villages are overrun with weeds
while women try to work the farms
here it is bitter winter
and the Guangxi troops have not returned
tax-gatherers go back and forth
but where will the taxes come from?
it makes us question whether
there’s any sense having sons
daughters can marry neighbors
boys seem born to die in foreign weeds
From Poem 26, “Song of the War Carts”
In this and other poems, he adopts the voice of soldiers at times:
we march away from our parents’ love
shoulder our weapons and swallow our tears…
engaging with the enemy
we shoot their horses first
we try to begin with their leader
there have to be limits to killing
a country has to have boundaries
From a sequence titled “Serving at the Front”
This protest quality of his poems has long been recognized as well. Eleventh-century writer Wáng Huī 王翬 explicated Du Fu’s poetry as employing praise and critique — critique of injustice and inhumanity — and he evidently applauded this quality. For Wang Hui, this practice was consistent with longstanding Chinese literary tradition exhibited especially in the classic Shijing (i.e., Book of Poetry, or Book of Odes). Indeed, this impulse for impartial criticism and counsel reportedly cost Du Fu his brief official position as Reminder (of precedents and traditions) to Emperor Suzong.
Yet while Du Fu has been called a sage (the Poet-Sage) and showed concern for the poor and suffering, he was not quite a saint perhaps. To be evenhanded rather than merely hagiographic, one other point merits notice concerning his relationship to the poor. In the last few years of his life, he evidently owned several slaves and benefited from their labor. It is possible, then, that some of his leisure and some of his poetry from this time are owed to these individuals. As with other writers, a difficult question surfaces — how much did he live up to his image, to his own self-presentation in his poetry? The question may be unanswerable. In any event, the poetry endures, revealing an art both of generous nobility and self-deprecating frailty.
Surprise endings and poetic turns
One of the standout techniques in Du Fu’s poetry is its tendency to take abrupt turns, often at the end of a poem, shifting focus, perspective, or tone. An art of connection, juxtaposition. Sometimes he ends with a question. In the descriptive, imagistic poem “Watching Fireflies,” he concludes with the lines:
white-haired and sad
I try to read their code
will I be here next year
to watch them?
From Poem 148
In “Dreaming of Li Bai,” writing of his friend, the famous poet, he closes with two questions:
if there is justice in heaven
what sent you out to exile?
ages to come
will warm themselves at your verses
but what reward is that
for your unappreciated life?
From Poem 65
In other endings, the poet punctuates with image or metaphor or meditation, turning from internal to external or external to internal. In “Leaving Tonguu,” after recounting his ambivalent parting from friends, Du Fu writes:
I turn with shame to watch
the birds among the branches.
From Poem 86
So he turns the focus from his friends back to nature again. But at the same time, the birds call to mind the society he is leaving, thus highlighting his own solitude in contrast.
In “Night at the West Apartment,” as the year ends, after considering nature (the “river of stars overhead”) and struggling civilization (“people weeping for their war dead / in maybe a thousand households”), he abruptly turns to contemplate the smallness of his own experience in comparison:
and like the letters I don’t get
my loneliness means nothing.
From Poem 144
Paradoxically, while admitting and accepting/contextualizing his own loneliness, the poem draws readers together into an unseen sympathy and society for the lonely.
This layered, multi-focused quality of Du Fu’s poetry engages and even challenges readers. The simple, unpretentious elegance of the poetry is undoubtedly beautiful. But beyond its beauty, Du Fu’s poetry encourages a growing consciousness of nature, of self, and of others. Understandably, then, the poems have endured across time and culture as vibrant elegies and engines of empathy.
Coda: The Visage of Du Fu
Take any one of Du Fu’s poems, or even one line, and everywhere you will see his concern for his country and his love for his sovereign, his compassion for the times and his sadness over disorder, his refusal to compromise in adversity, his integrity in poverty, his way of expressing his indignation and refining his nature by means of enjoying the landscape and drinking with friends, even though he had travelled through rugged, war-torn, bandit-infested terrain: this is Du Fu’s visage. Whenever I read him, it leaps before my eyes.
—Ye Xie (1627 – 1703), On the Origins of Poetry (trans. James J.Y. Liu)
A complete collection of Du Fu’s extant poetry is now available online, in both Chinese and English translation. See The Poetry of Du Fu, trans. by Stephen Owen (Boston/Berlin: De Gruyter Mouton, 2016). The collection covers some 1,400 poems and nearly 3,000 pages.