Crossing Open-Anew Lake
A fisherman's taking his boat across the lake.
My old eyes trace his path all the way, his precise
wavering in and out of view. Then it gets strange:
suddenly he's a lone goose balanced on a bent reed.
On a Boat, Crossing Through Peace Humane District (No.3)
Out on the merest wisp of a fishing boat, two small boys
give up the struggle. They ship their paddles and just sit.
It seems so strange. No rain in sight, they start opening
umbrellas. Not for shelter. They want so sail on the wind!
Translated by David Hinton.
In relation to this: http://skyraft.wordpress.com/2012/07/14/pedernal-for-georgia-okeeffe/
No comments:
Post a Comment