Elizabeth Bishop

That golden evening I really wanted to go no farther;
more than anything else I wanted to stay awhile
in that conflux of two great rivers, Tapajos, Amazon, grandly, silently flowing , flowing east.
Suddenly there'd be houses, people and lots of mongrel
riverboats skittering back and forth
under a sky of gorgeous, under-lit clouds,
with everything gilded , burnished along one side,
and everything bright, cheersful, casual- or so it looked.
I like the place; I liked the idea of the place.
Two rivers. Hadn't two rivers sprung from the Gardens of Eden? No, that was four
and they'd diverged. Here only two
and coming together...