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- life is overflowing with color
- forgiveness and memory
- dulzura y calor
- blessing
- dance
- waves
- the truth in all beings
- Qiū Jǐn
- returning to present time
- change
- who is your muse of muses?
- fragile silken threads
- mystery and miracle
- patience
- lovers...in each other all along
- Poeta Carpintero: El Cielo Puede Esperar
- she who heals
- blossom like a flower
- believe
- connection
- soul of the soul
- luna llena
- a reminder to be true
- what do you really want?
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Tuesday, February 21
Qiū Jǐn
A writer. A poet. A feminist. A revolutionary. A hero.
She believed and fought for FREEDOM, for women's rights to marry, to be educated, to be free of bound feet...
"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?"
- Qiū Jǐn (1875-1907) translated by Zachary Jean Chartkoff