To Kuo Mo-jo
TO KUO MO-JO by Mao Tse-tung
On our small planet
a few houseflies bang on the walls.
They buzz, moan, moon,
and ants climb the locust tree and brag about
their vast dominion.
It is easy for a flea to say
it topples a huge tree.
In Changan leaves spill in the west wing,
the arrowhead groans in the air.
We had much to do
and quickly.
The sky-earth spins
and time is short.
Ten thousand years is long
and so a morning and an evening count.
The four oceans boil and clouds fume with rain.
The five continents shake in the wind of lightning.
We wash away insects
and are strong.
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