Poem by Qiu Jin (A Chinese legend)
 

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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?[/CENTER]
(translated by Zachary Jean Chartkoff)

Source : [url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qiu_Jin[/url]
[url]http://www.internationalpeaceandconflict.org/photo/poems-of-political-prisoners-1?context=user#.UF846rIgeD8[/url]
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