Drinking at Eastern Slope by night,
I sober, then get drunk again.
When I come back, it’s near midnight.
I hear the thunder of my houseboy’s snore,
I knock but no one answers at my door.
What can I do but, leaning on my cane,
Listen to the river’s refrain?
I long regret I am not master of my own.
When can I just ignore the hums of up and down?
In the still night the soft winds quiver
On the ripples of the river.
From now on, I would vanish with my little boat,
For the rest of my life, on the sea I would float.
translated by Xu Yuan-zhong
Leonard Durso 
This is great Sir Leonard…
I feel the emptiness of solitude yet it celebrate at how nature
accompanied the longing of searching meaning about life, and even death.
Another good stuff i read today.
God bless.
I’m glad you liked it. Herbert. That poet is a personal favorite of mine.
Thanks for sharing it…I liked it and it’s my first time to read his poem.
That’s why I share these poets: to introduce them to others.
Another beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing them.
I’m glad you liked this one, too.
They are not only treasures but all inspiring too
I agree.
🙂