Thursday, November 05, 2015
Rain pelts the lone boat's awning, wine slowly wears off;
the fading lamp and I—both of us feeling low.
Fortune and fame never were things to be counted on,
not like the cold river's two tides each day.
The "cold river" of the last line is probably the Ch'ien-t'ang, near Shao-hsing, which is subject to the ocean's tides.