A Feminist Position in CHINA
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Capping Rhymes With Sir Shih Ching From Sun’s Root Land
By Qui Jin
Don’t tell me women
are not the stuff of heroes,
I alone rode over the East Sea’s
winds for ten thousand leagues.
My poetic thoughts ever expand,
like a sail between ocean and heaven.
I dreamed of your three islands,
all gems, all dazzling with moonlight.
I grieve to think of the bronze camels,
guardians of China, lost in thorns.
Ashamed, I have done nothing;
not one victory to my name.
I simply make my war horse sweat.
Grieving over my native land
hurts my heart. So tell me;
how can I spend these days here?
A guest enjoying your spring winds?
My cold emulation of Capping Rhymes with Sir Shih Ching From Sun’s Roots Land:
Don’t tell me the quiet
are the stuff of losers.
We are alone, yes, but,
We have decided to forge our own way through.
My introspective thoughts ever expand,
like a bell ringing through your ears.
I once dreamed of your energy
and loudness, all ideals,
but I grieve to think of my own world.
My world is vast, filled with curtains I hide behind,
but I am in the centre,
achieving everything and nothing.