Poem by Hai Yin
Boat Night All Told
Color of the water follows color of the sky
As the wind adds its voice to the roaring waves.
Travellers' thoughts of return grow bitter and
Old fishermen are frightened out of their dreams.
"Haul up oars!" is the first command.
Now the boat moves, following the moon.
Soon, even the chanting of prayers falls silent
As distant mountains heave on the horizon.
Here is all that is known of Hai Yin: she wote this poem during the Tang dynasty. All the men, collecting and collating and copying poetry, kept this poem in play for 1300 years. And here it is. To me, reading it gives a sense of déja vu, as if I'd heard it -- or been there -- before.