The Immortals by Mao Tse-Tung

Mao Tse-Tung

I lost my proud poplar, and you your willow;

Poplar and willow spiralled to the heaven of heavens;

Wu Kang, when asked what he had to offer,

Presented them with cassia wine.


The lonely Goddess in the moon

Spreads her ample sleeves

To dance for these good souls

In the endless sky;

Of a sudden comes word of the Tiger's defeat on Earth,

And they break into tears of torrential rain.

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