Poetry: Wei Min in Wuhan
Wei Min in Wuhan
Three small leaves
lay in her ivory hand.
She was the girl again sent down
some twenty-five years ago
to work in the North
on a tea commune.
Ten kilos a day of these
feather light leaves —
the smaller the better.
She talked about her three years of pain
and the life-long burden of the peasants.
Two girls passed us on the dusty road
arms over shoulders in the Chinese way;
their legs tied together
with a red bandanna.
Taken from Dr. John Freed’s newly released chapbook – “Our Ancestors Were Chinese Cranes” – published by Phoenix and Son Press.
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