Setting Sail on the Yang-tsze by Wei Ying-wu (written to Secretary Yuan)

Leonard Durso

Wistful, away from my friends and kin,
Through mist and fog I float and float
With the sail that bears me toward Lo-yang.
In Yang-chou trees linger bell-notes of evening,
Marking the day and the place of our parting. . . .
When shall we meet again and where?
. . .Destiny is a boat on the waves,
Borne to and fro, beyond our will.

translated by Witter Bynner & Kiang Kang-hu

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