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Poetry

Kai-hui To Her Beloved Mao

Paul Lobo PortugÉs

       1
morning north wind grey day
alone in a corner of our bed
cold to the bone yearning
for you my faraway man
has your foot healed?
has your winter coat arrived?
who watches over you while you sleep?
if you die my tears will shroud your corpse
if I die?

       2
no letters come through,
I wait, look, nothing.
would I had wings
to hover near you my dear
unable I am sorrow without end

       3
I lean on others
dream I welcome the God of Death
curling around my heart
like a poisonous snake
I am misery
have you forgotten me?


       4
I pity our children
do you miss them?
they won’t grow like others
play in the warm spring
they are ravaged
by the violent storm of revolution

       5
oh my beloved
I want to kiss your eyes
you my man belong to me
I want to go to you
come come to me
warm my loneliness
with an open heart
dare I hope?

(Changsha, China, 1929; The Nationalists assassinated Kai-hui after Mao refused to ransom her and their sons)

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