river poems

For thousands of years
   The Hudson River’s flowed
Today I see
   A pleasure boat stowed
September day
   With net-like, wet-washed gray
I think of her
   A thousand miles away

Meng Haoran
 
This anchored boat’s astir in fog and breeze,
As sunset rends my fears up once again,
But as the sky descends beneath the trees,
The river, moon, and quiet become my friends.