One Hundred Poems from the Chinese

I came across a book of translations by Kenneth Rexroth: One Hundred Poems from the Chinese. It's a New Directions paperback from what I guess to be the 1950's. There is actually no copyright date provided inside the cover where it should be. The book cost $1.55 when it came out. Now, decades later, it is in my possession. As soon as I opened the pages, I knew I needed to purchase the book...and it was only $.83 after tax. Here is one of the poems I came across that sealed the deal for me:

Snow Storm by Tu Fu

Tumult, weeping, many new ghosts.
Heartbroken, aging, alone, I sing
To myself. Ragged mist settles
In the spreading dusk. Snow skurries
In the coiling wind. The wineglass
Is spilled. The bottle is empty.
The fire has gone out in the stove.
Everywhere men speak in whispers.
I brood on the uselessness of letters.