Living
On the Way to Hangchow: Anchored on the River at Night
Translated by Arthur Waley (1918) · From A Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems (1918)
Little sleeping and much grieving,--the traveller
Rises at midnight and looks back towards home.
The sands are bright with moonlight that joins the shores;
The sail is white with dew that has covered the boat.
Nearing the sea, the river grows broader and broader:
Approaching autumn,--the nights longer and longer.
Thirty times we have slept amid mists and waves,
And still we have not reached Hang-chow!
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MLA
Chü-i, Po. “On the Way to Hangchow: Anchored on the River at Night.” Translated by Arthur Waley. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/po-chu-i/39/.
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Chü-i, Po. “On the Way to Hangchow: Anchored on the River at Night.” Translated by Arthur Waley. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/po-chu-i/39/.
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