POEM: BOATING THROUGH A GORGE
Here turtles fish and turn back,
and even the crabs are worried,
But for some reason poets risk their lives
to run these rapids and swirl past these rocks.
From Yang Wan-li Heaven my Blanket: Earth my Pillow: Poems from Sung Dynasty China New York & Tokyo: Weatherhill, 1975 (Translated and introduced by Jonathan Chaves)