by Wang Wei (Translated by Henry Hughes and Jin Lei)

To find the Yellow Flower River

One follows the waters of Green Creek

Through the mountains in ten-thousand turns.

But only a few miles, at most.

Sounds drown among the wild rocks,

And colors quiet within deep pines.

Water chestnuts bob lightly.

And reeds and rushes shine

In the clear, stilling waters.

My heart and the river are equally at peace.

Let me sit upon a large, flat rock

And drop my line and hook forever.

Photo: “Green Water Reflection, Blackstone River, Lincoln, Rhode Island” by Sheba53, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED