Du Fu REMEMBERING MY BROTHERS ON A MOONLIGHT NIGHT A wanderer hears drums portending battle. By the first call of autumn from a wildgoose at the border, He knows that the dews tonight will be frost. …How much brighter the moonlight is at home! O my brothers, lost and scattered, What is life to me without you? Yet if missives in time of peace go wrong — What can I hope for during war? Du Fu TO LI BAI AT THE SKY SEND A cold wind blows from the far sky…. What are you thinking of, old friend? The wildgeese never answer me. Rivers andRead More →