At nightfall the pretty Ganges wore
A black sequined satin dress and
A splendid necklace studded with
Candle-like lights on the bridge
The flickering flame of the lantern
In the boat refused to dance
To the passing wind’s death-tune
Near the jetty stood a monstrosity
Brooding over its illumined loneliness
And its cavernous stomach ached with
The darkest secrets of the high seas.
A night time boat trip or was this for someone you mourn? Very sad...a ten from me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i had never been on a boat trip across any river in the evenings...but it's mostly so with most rivers as i normally visualise from a train...