Shaoshan Revisited Poem by Mao Zedong
Shaoshan Revisited
Like a dim dream recalled, I curse the long-fled past
My native soil two and thirty years gone by.
The red flag roused the serf, halberd in hand,
While the despot's black talons held his whip aloft.
Bitter sacrifice strengthens bold resolve
Which dares to make sun and moon shine in new skies.
Happy, I see wave upon wave of paddy and beans,
And all around heroes home-bound in the evening mist.
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4/19/2024 2:14:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Obvious tribute to worker as pervasive image in Mao's work, new sky inserts future promise.