Poetry by Ho Chi Minh
Translated by Kenneth Rexroth
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Poetry by Ho Chi MinhTranslated by Kenneth Rexroth
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Written while Ho Chi Minh was in
PrisonA COMRADES PAPER BLANKETNew books, old books, the leaves all piled together. A paper blanket is better than no blanket. You who sleep like princes, sheltered from the cold, Do you know how any in prison cannot sleep all night?
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AUTUMN NIGHTBefore the gate, a guard with a rifle on his shoulder. In the sky, the moon flees through clouds. Swarming bed bugs, like black army tanks in the night. Squadrons of mosquitoes, like waves of attacking places. I think of my homeland. I dream I can fly far away. I dream I wonder trapped in webs of sorrow. A year has come to an end here. What crime did I commit? In tears I write another prison poem. |