Held Up by Head Winds on the Tz’u-hu-chia: Five Poems: the first poem in the series by Su Tung-p’o

Stays and mast whine in the sky;
the boatman sleeps soundly by white-blossomed waves.
Mooring lines must know how I feel—
their weak strands hold fast against measureless wind.

translated by Burton Watson

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