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for Zhu Yufu
poets are intuitive creatures,
we don't even know some of the things
we know,
twittering in the trees
with manifestos of silence,
bombing the inner plane
with
unrecognized faces
and telling stories of the
yet-to-come.
somehow
we make sense
of the senseless, find the abiding spirit in the
soulless,
write poems of the undiscovered land
until our days of (the rising) sun
are done.
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A translation of a segment of Zhu Yufu's poem:
"It’s time
It’s time, Chinese people!
It’s time,
The square is ours,
The feet are ours,
It’s time to use our feet to go to the square and make a choice. "
And this is the story from the New York Times: http://www.nytimes.com/2012/01/18/world/asia/china-continues-arrests-of-...
One of my recent *lovers* is a scientist who wrote wonderful poetry, moved to China, probably because there's less restrictions in the scientific world. I don't remember reading any political poems of his. But I do question our country's politics of business-as-usual in light of ongoing purges of dissidents. I do question the end justifying the means.
~Anna Ruiz
Last few words:
I have decided to post the commentary into the body of the poem because I noticed all-too-often the space marked *LAST FEW WORDS* was not read.
Editing stage:
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Comments
Roscoe Lane
Thu, 2012-01-19 12:10
Anna,
Anna, if only the world was run by fair minded people. Unfortunately if you want to be a leader of a country today, you have to be an uncaring moron. Our leaders yours and mine here in the uk, are driven by the pound or dollar whatever is most profitable at the time. And in countries like China they're driven by ideology, we can only hope sometime soon our people and theirs stand up and say enough. Nice poem and thoughts. Love Roscoe..
Roscoe Llane,
Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.