A Quote by Mao Tse-tung on dance, death, defeat, earth, good, heaven, loneliness, losing, soul, tears, wine, and wives

The Gods on the death of his wife Yang Kai-hui I lost my proud poplar and you your willow As poplar and willow they soar straight up into the ninth heaven and ask the prisoner of the moon, Wu Kang' what is there. He offers them wine from the cassia tree. The lonely lady on the moon, Chang 0, spreads her vast sleeves and dances for these good souls in the unending sky. Down on earth a sudden report of the tiger's defeat. Tears fly down from a great upturned bowl of rain. May 11, 1957

Mao Tse-tung (1893 - 1976)

Source: The Poems of Mao Tse-tung, Harper & Row

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