Po Chu-i on a ship, me on a plane

I leave my Oakland desk with this poem by Po Chu-i that my dear Teneal sent to me in the mail years ago.

On Board Ship Reading Yuan Chen's Poem (c. 1815)
by Po Chu-i (translator?)

I take your poems in my hand &
read them beside the candle
The poems are finished, the candle is
low, dawn not yet come.
My eyes smart; I put out the lamp &
go on sitting in the dark
Listening to waves that, driven by
the wind, strike the prow of the ship