Monday, January 08, 2007

Poem 66*

For one month I was imprisoned; my slippers never moved forward.
I came on the Manchuria and will return on the Mongolia.
But if I could make the trip to Nanyang, I would.
Why should America be the only place to seek a living.

*Poetry and History of Chinese Immigrants on Angel Island, 1910-1940

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