remembering Cai Wenji...
by Richard Lloyd Cederberg — Read all 280 poems by Richard Lloyd Cederberg
"Don't say women are dull and not heroic. I've come east alone, riding the winds for a thousand leagues. My poetic imagination ranges far and wide, as freely as a sailboat on an open sea.”... Qiu Jin, poet, essayist, feminist and revolutionary martyr…
A brilliant but stifled talent; Cai Wenji was a poet/composer from the Han Dynasty
A portion of her works - "the eighteen laments" - is available through Google Books.
Monday, August 6, 2012
in remote green mountains,
a vague sound of distant flutes
drift within a lingering rain
gently a lotus flower opens
as it is touched by
slivers of warming sunlight
reaching for what is,
for what is hoped for,
for the unseen,
without end, waiting to taste
the one word of always;
beggars in
shadowy rags seek
to inhale the freshness
of peach blossom pools, where
life is lighter than a cloudless heaven, and,
where one woman’s work lingers yet in
a scent of jasmine
richard lloyd cederberg
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fragrant with beauty
Yucca Baskets & Bee Balm
Vickie
Ron
Unique her beauty as the distant notes of the flute charmingly intrigues the heart. Your poem portrays majesticly as a butterfly flutters to the lotus flower and peach blossoms. The essence
of Jasmine sweetly pure as a pearl.
Always,
Lady Mary Ann
asa
Connie
Roger