In the fog we drift hither
And yon over the dark waters.
At last our little boat finds
Shelter under a willow bank.
At midnight I am awake,
Heavy with wine. The smoky
Lamp is still burning. The rain
Is still sighing in the bamboo
Thatch of the cabin of the boat.
translated by Kenneth Rexroth
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Now anything with little boats and river banks or Lakes and I am in love with it all.
Not bad things to be in love with.
I have always had a fascination for them. Leonard I wish you a very Happy New Year when it arrives in your part of the Word, and thank you for all the support you have shown me. Take care, Anna.
Thank you, Anna. May comfort and joy be with you this year.
I am cocooned in that little cabin, smelling the rain on the thatch…
Not a bad place to be methinks.