A Poem For The Willows By The River
An emerald iridescence merges with the desolate river banks,
Cloudy mists dance their way into distant homes.
Autumn reflections scatter out upon the surface of the river,
Flowers drop down upon the heads of the fishermen.
Old roots conceal the fishes hidden dens,
As passenger boats moore themselves to hanging willow branches.
The night grieves with wind and rain,
And startling dreams only add to my restlessness.
Translation by Dean Marais
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