Poems of Zhang Xu
Clear Stream, Afloat in a Boat
Wanderers lean hard on their oars and,
in the dusk, they sing a sailor's song.
Laughing, I throw a rope around the moon in the river.
In this clear radiance, even I'm not bored.
Zhang Xu, with Henry Thoreau, is high on my list of people to take a canoe trip with. People like that take their pleasure seriously enough to get some good out of it. Note that both sing sailor's songs when working an oar. I, too, can sing.